[OriginalAdventure]

I am a firm believer that when something terrible happens to you, you have to try and make light of the situation and laugh it off when it's all said and done. With that being said does anybody have any stories they would like to share to brighten someone's day? Maybe crying for a stupid reason when you were in a depression or doing something crazy and silly when you're in a manic state?

I had this time where I was depressed for about 3 good solid days. Nothing and nobody could cheer me up, make me smile, nor laugh. I would cry for outrageous reasons, well anyways I had an appointment with my pdoc and at 10:10 in the morning. I went bed and woke up and it was already 11AM and I missed my appointment. I destroyed my room looking for my phone to call the office and try to get another appointment that day. I finally found it, called, and was freaking out like it was the end of the world. I couldn't get an appointment for the same day the only opening was 2 weeks later and I broke down. "I don't know how I missed this stupid appointment, I'm an idiot i should have set more alarms." I was really making the receptionist uncomfortable. Then when I calmed down, the receptionist tells me " We'll I can hear that your upset, but if you think your day is starting off terrible, i'm sitting here with 2 different shoes on and they're both the left shoe." I blew up in laughter thinking of that image.

No matter who you are or how deep of a depression you are in, if you can imagine crying to a lady in scrubs over the phone, and on the other end she has one ear to the phone looking at how silly she looked with 2 left shoes, you have to laugh. So i'll leave the rest open to you all. If you have any stories to share leave them and maybe it'll help someone smile.

[Crazy Hitch]

Once when I was manic, quite a few years back at a private school, my class were doing community service. We went to the nature reserve and were supposed to be clearing rubbish from the side banks of the river. They were wearing white shirts as part of their school uniform.

I'm not really sure why but I looked at the dirty brown mud in the river and their white shirts and thought yeah I've got to get some of that muck on them.

I will never forget the look of the students face when I threw the first mud ball straight onto his white shirt.

It ended up with my entire class in the river having a mud fight. Whilst the rangers stood there gasping at us in despair.

When we walked back to school we were filthy. Mud in our hair, ears etc.

And the best part was the principal, who taught RE, saw my class the next lesson to teach them. I still remember walking out of the classroom, full of mud all over my clothes and him about to enter the classroom with this shocked look on his face.

Oh yeah. I'm a dumb *****

[cashart10]

This is a story about neither depression nor mania but it is still a hilarious story I can tell about myself. I was about 19 years old (and admittedly a terrible driver) when I pulled into the parking lot at church. I went to park my car and somehow missedand parked my car INTO another car. Well, I frantically get out of the car (without moving it, mind you) to ask my sister in law who was driving separately what to do. She told me the only thing I could do, since the wait before service ended was so long, was to leave a note with all of my information for the driver. OK. So, I walk back over to my car barefooted (when I was younger I would drive barefoot if wearing flip flops) to move my car, still smashed into this other car, only to find that I have locked my keys in the car WITH the car running AND my shoes on the floorboard of the passenger side. YAY me! Well, we had to drive around the parking lot until we found a police car (there are almost always police officers at the mega church I attend). He broke into my car for me only to lecture me the entire time on the importance of wearing shoes while driving. By the time I got back into my car, so much time had passed we just waited for the other driver to come back out of church.

[Love&Toil]

Since I am the mom of three small children, my stories are related to kids:

1) When dd1 was 4 she asked me, "Mom, do butterflies have teeth?" So cute.

2) One day dd1 was asking for cookies at lunch and I asked her, "Did you finish your carrots?" "Yes," she replied. DD2 chimes in, "I ate pretend carrots too!" lmao!!!

3) I lay in bed with ds at night and we chat. He is 4 y.o. He usually compliments me and says loving words like "Mommy I love you. Mommy I love your voice." etc. But a few nights ago he said, "Mommy, I wish you had beautiful eyes." That was funny!!!

ETA - I guess for me making light of the situation of parenting is what this is all about!

[Love&Toil]

Oh! And when we were doing a multiple-family camping trip in the summer (there were 9 adults and 11 children) we headed out in canoes on a long journey with portages and it started to rain. We were prepared in rain gear while canoeing but all knew it would be a harrying journey. In the middle of a large lake with rain beating down all over us, in solitude, in the middle of nowhere, my husband raises his paddle from the water, holds it above his head like a weight-lifter and shouts at the top of his lungs, "I LOVE THIS!!!" lol