Just Another Day in Paradise

I like the country song by Phil Vasser called “Just another day in paradise”.

The kids screaming, phone ringing

Dog barking at the mailman bringing

That stack of bills - overdue

Good morning baby, how are you?

Got a half hour, quick shower

Take a drink of milk but the milk's gone sour

My funny face makes you laugh

Twist the top on and I put it back

There goes the washing machine

Baby, don't kick it.

I promise I'll fix it

Long about a million other things

Well, it's ok. It's so nice

It's just another day in paradise

Well, there's no place that

I'd rather be

Well, it's two hearts

And one dream

I wouldn't trade it for anything

And I ask the Lord every night

For just another day in paradise

I felt like I was living a verse of it yesterday evening. Here’s a rundown of about one hour of my life yesterday.

I decide to grill hamburgers and potatoes for dinner.

I go outside with Claire to water the trees.

After I water, I go to the garden to pick tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers to have with dinner.

During this time, Claire goes to the trees, shoves her hands in the freshly watered dirt, aka mud, (we don’t have mulch around our trees, just dirt), and proceeds to eat the mud and smear it all over her face.

I bring her inside, clean her up, cut up the potatoes, and begin making her a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner because I can tell by her whining and clingy-ness that she’s hungry.

Claire and I go outside, turn on the grill, and put on the potatoes because they take 40 minutes to cook. I get distracted and we play outside for a few min.

I come inside and realize her grilled cheese is burning. I flip it over, and hope I can scrape off the black stuff and she’ll still eat it.

Heather stops by to pick something up and we chat as I season and form the hamburgers.

Josh calls and says he’ll be a little late because he has to go to my mom’s to pick up sweet corn (why? I do not know, since we’re going to the fair tonight and will be out of town Friday through Monday).

I strap Claire to her seat and give her dinner. She immediately throws her tomatoes and milk onto the floor.

I go outside to put the hamburgers on the grill and find that it had run out of gas.

I bring the potatoes inside and attempt to cook them on the stove. I search for and find my George Foreman, which I haven’t used in years.

I put the hamburgers on the George Foreman, continue cooking the potatoes, pick up Claire’s milk that she’s thrown 5 times and tell her for the millionth time that she can’t feed the puppy.

Josh comes home.

I take out plates, cups, etc, and look for the hamburger buns. I ask Josh where they are and he tells me he threw them away the night before (Why? I do not know).

I explain I can’t eat hamburgers without the bun. He leaves for the gas station to buy buns.

Josh returns. The food is cooked, and the hamburgers are a bit cold. We sit down, and enjoy our meal for 5 minutes before proceeding with the rest of the nightly routine: dishes, bathtime, books, bedtime, etc.

Yup, just another day in paradise.