Sing A Song!

Today was a rough day.

It's really hot.

And I had to take my daughter to the dentist to get 3 cavities filled.

While waiting at the dentist, watching Toy Story 3 in an air conditioned lobby, my husband sent me a text message to tell me that blue paint got spilled all over the hallway carpet. And partly on the wall and a nearby door. And all over the changing table it was sitting on. Maybe I should come home.

It's my fault for putting the paint in the hallway on the changing table I was planning on taking to Good Will. We had finished painting my daughter's room, and it seemed like a decent place to put the paint until I could work up the stamina to carry it down to the garage.

It's his fault for running into the changing table and toppling over the paint.

We're are both to blame.

So I didn't get to watch my daughter get her cavities filled.

Here's the thing: when I told her we had to go home and reschedule, she cried. She thinks she loves going to the dentist. They play Toy Story 3.

She cried all the way home.

My husband sent me out for "shop rags" to help pick up the paint. I guess while I was gone, he had to reprimand her about something and she cried. So when I got home, she was crying.

I felt like crying too. But that was because there was blue paint all over my hallway carpet.

When I went to go make her dinner, she reached for something in a kitchen drawer that I have deemed "not a toy". She cried.

When her baby brother pulled her hair,she cried. I told her, "I cry when he pulls my hair too."

Then she went outside to play.

Cue plastic microphone.

There she was on the porch, singing her little heart out. She was totally out of tune. She made it up as she went along. But she sang with gusto and I'm sure all our neighbors could hear her. She sang about trees and plants. She sang about friends and being sorry. She sang about Rapunzel. She sang about being lost. She sang and sang and sang. And she came back into the house as if she were a whole new person.

My husband was smart enough to record some of it.

Our carpets got clean-thanks to a friend who owns a carpet cleaning business. But the day was not without it's tensions and hurt feelings.

While putting my baby to sleep tonight, I found myself holding him against my shoulder and yep, you guessed it, singing.