That's what my Aunt used to always say when she got mad "Oh, Cuss Words!"
Today I'm linking up my cuss word moment with my hysterical, adorable, fabulous friend MiMi. She. Is. A. Riot. So if ya wanna laugh really hard...start reading her blog!
Here's the lowdown: Recently my husband received a new calling in church. Kind of a heavy one. The day he was to be sustained, and set apart was the first Sunday after New Year's. My girls had all received beautiful new church dresses for Christmas. They were going to get to wear them for the first time on this Sunday. It was going to be a really special day for our family.
That is why I was DETERMINED to have a peaceful, lovely Sunday morning. With the start of the new year, our ward's meeting time switched from 11:00 a.m. to 9:00 a.m. I would be getting everyone ready by myself since my husband always has meetings before church. We could NOT be late on this Sunday. No. matter. what.
I refused to go to bed until all the clothes were ironed and ready, all the kids were bathed and clean, all the tights, ties, and church shoes were gathered up so we wouldn't be searching for ANYTHING the next morning. We would have a nice Sabbath morning, be ready and to church early, and enjoy the spirit of this special day. I even stayed up all night making new fabulous hairbows to match each of my girls' new dresses.
Sunday morning everything was going well. Everyone was dressed except Monkey. I like to put her dress on just a little bit before it's time to go, so she doesn't mess it up. My hair was combed, Cowgirl's and Bookworm's hair was combed...I was working on Pixie's hair about 20 minutes before it was time to leave. Cowgirl had woken Monkey up and fixed her some breakfast for me. I then asked her to please put her dress, tights and shoes on while I was finishing Pixies hair, and then I would comb Monkey's hair and we would be out the door.
After a few minutes Cowgirl calls to me, "Mom, there's a plastic tag thingy stuck in her dress."
"Just put the dress on, I'll cut it off when I do her hair." I called back.
I finish Pixie's hair and Monkey walks into the bathroom, "Look!" she says, holding up the skirt of her dress.
WHAT THE.... the stupid checker left the freaking eletronic anti-theft tag attached! You know the ones they need that special remover thingy to unclamp it with? Yeah, suddenly I'm not feeling so fabulous about my morning.
I pull the dress over Monkey's head...it's now 10 minutes to leaving time. There is NO time to go have it removed. Believe me...I don't go to stores on Sunday...but I'm not that valiant! If there were time, I would have marched my daughter in there and made them remove it while she was wearing it! I had to get that tag off. I pulled, and twisted, and even tried to break it with a hammer. I got a screw-driver and tried to pry the dirty buggar apart.
And what did I get for my effort? If you guessed "nothing", you'd be...WRONG! No, I ended up shoving the screwdriver through the dress! Yes, now my youngest daughter's beautiful dress not only had a security device attached to it, but a HOLE to accompany said device.
Instead of lovely Sabbath thoughts filling my head, instead my mind filled up with...that's right ...cuss words! I was SO MAD!
I furiously went to the closet, retrieved another dress that was NOT new...much to my little girl's dismay. She was devastated not to get to wear her new fancy dress, while her sisters got to wear theirs. AND the new bows I made did NOT match the dress she ended up wearing, so that was crappy on top of crap.
Anyway...we got to church JUST in the knick of time, and I had to spend the first 10 minutes of the meeting telling myself that all was well. That dresses, and bows and pretty things aren't what's really important in the grand scheme of things. I know this...but it still took me a few moments at the time to convince myself.
That was the most ticked-off and frustrated I have been for quite awhile, and retelling makes me annoyed all over again. Thanks a lot MiMi!
All turned out well...after calming myself down, my entire family had a beautiful, spirit-filled Sunday, and we took the dress back the next day and they exchanged it for a new one, removed the security tag, and refunded us the $5.00 difference, since the dress was now on sale. Also, the next Sunday Monkey got to be the only sister in a new fancy dress!