Disappointment

I clearly remember the day I went with my sister to pick out a crib when she was pregnant with her first, Evan. We went to this cute boutique in north Orem that was closing down and she picked this beautiful cherry wood crib. I remember looking at the price thinking, I will never be able to afford something this nice when I have a baby. I drove around in a stupor for the rest of the day thinking those thoughts. Fast forward one year, I'm pregnant with Carter and Marc and I were on the crib hunt. I wanted to find the perfect crib, and at that point I was teaching and we had a budget of about $250-$300. I loved Evan's crib, which then had become actually affordable in my mind, but I knew that even though I love cherry wood it just wasn't the color of the perfect crib. On one trip to Baby Depot in Orem we were wandering the crib section and wow, this crib popped out at me. It was plain as far as cribs go but the color--a golden, honey or pecan color--was fantastic and I was sold on the spot. This crib has survived 2 moves with barely a scratch which I am grateful for. So here's my question. How do you deal with the disappointment when something you love as much as I love this crib gets marred?

This morning I woke up and HAD to clean. Do you ever have those days? Well today was that day, and even though I have two young boys I thought it was completely manageable and it was minus this episode: Usually I just do a quick vacuum job, but today I wanted to make sure I did a good job so I told Carter that I was putting Anderson in his crib and wanted him be the entertainer while I vacuumed. My place isn't huge, a good vacuum job doesn't take too long--10 to 15 minutes tops. So I was vacuuming and vacuuming and I heard lots of crazy fun noises coming from the boys room. And then in the back of my mind I heard someone tell me to go check on them so I did. And lo and behold, Carter had decided to dump all of his cars on the floor and one by one throw them at the crib or hold them in his hand and bang them against the crib. This of course was making Anderson very happy, but what about Mom? No, I wasn't happy at all to see the crib that I love so much scratched up and down in a mere matter of minutes. So, I ask again, how do you deal with this disappointment because I'm still simmering and it's been four hours since the damage was done.