It's been one of those days when....

you just want to go to bed, so you can wake up and have it be a new day. Ugh. Lots of little things add up. And just because it's my blog, and I can complain a little, let me give you a list of why:

• After MOMS this morning, I walked out to the car, and it was COVERED in bird poop. Totally covered. When I drove it to the car wash, the guy said, "Man, you got nailed." Indeed.

• I got two maternity shirts for my birthday (love them both) but unfortunately the seams on both of them ripped after I had only worn them a couple of times. I went to exchange the first one last week, and the lady acted like I was an idiot, then, just today, I went to exchange the other one, but they were all out of my size in the one I wanted, and the lady called me "Carrie" the entire time. Not sure why. Weird.

• I keep bumping my belly into EVERYTHING. And it hurts.

• For some reason, during my two pregnancies, my vision gets worse (double vision), and it is at an all-time high right now.

• Our stupid cat keeps jumping on the bed in the early mornings to wake us up to feed her. It drives me nuts, and I finally dug out the squirt bottle to teach her a lesson.

• Blogspot hates me, and I can't change the font on my own posts.

• I had a coupon for CPK (California Pizza Kitchen) for half-off, and at the last minute, decided to switch purses so it would match my outfit. It was in my other purse when I got to the restaurant. Why do I even try to match?

• Jonas has been scared of the dark lately, and it makes me sad every night after putting him to bed to hear crying and "Mommy, I scared." over and over again. I feel like such a mean mom letting him "cry it out", telling myself, "he'll grow out of this", even though I really just want to go in there, scoop him up in my arms, and cuddle with him on the couch until he falls asleep. (But I know this will just prolong the problem).

• Women in general can be a grumpy lot, and for some reason, I keep running into those that are.

• Our carpets are dirty and gross, and I just want to own my own house so that I can rip them out and put in wood floors or at least faux wood floors (so much easier for cleaning up cat-hair, and other child/cat/adult-related spills and general dirtiness.)

• I don't want to turn 27 next month. Old.

• We're all out of frosted mini-wheats, and that's all I want to eat right now (and much of the rest of the time).

But, really, God is good, and I am so blessed. I know this. So even when lots of little things in life seem to weigh me down, I am reminded that every day is a gift. Even these kinds of days. Sigh. As a wise grandmother once told me, "This too shall pass." And it will, and really.... Carrie is a pretty name, and Jonas loves the car wash...