One of Those Days…

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Not much went right today. Not much at all. Robbie and I were late heading out of the house today, and it was pouring. So much for taking the time to do my hair and make-up. I managed to make it to work on time, without the help of my rear windshield wiper.

After work, I picked up Robbie and his best buddy Pete. Before going into daycare, I picked up all the items in the back of the car. Having just gotten the car detailed, I wanted to keep in clean. I stumble backwards, tripped over the cement, and tore my right thumbnail off on the door handle.

And then there was the ride home. They boys both sat in the back, glassy-eyed. We had to go to the car wash to get the rear windshield wiper repaired. When I got there, CJ, the manager, told me he wouldn’t be able to get the part and asked if I could come back. Are you kidding me? I took an hour out of my day to get this fixed, with two children in the back of the car, and it’s still broken? And it’s supposed to rain for the next two days? Great.

Robbie and I got home just in time for him to eat dinner, take a fast bath (poop free!), and head to bed. I was so frustrated with everything that I needed some exercise, but I’d had to cancel my run. Robbie is sick with a new cold and it’s raw and rainy out. I didn’t think that would be a good mix. So, after I put Robbie down, I went out to plant eleven mums. I have to have the house looking fabulous for the family’s visit Wednesday.

It took about an hour for me to get everything in the ground, and it looks much better. At least what I could tell from the dark. I came back in, ready to cook dinner. Except there was a screaming child upstairs. I felt horrible. He’d been quiet before I left, so I just assumed he’d fallen asleep. I have no idea how long he’d been crying, but the tear and snot factor was pretty high. I rocked him with a bottle of milk, and he’s still asleep right now.

I’m so exhausted from two bad nights’ sleep that it’s off to an early bed for me. Hopefully my child and the child next door will sleep through the night. I just need one night of not waking up to a screaming child…

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