My alarm didn't go off this morning. Can you believe that?
School was way no bueno today. Lots of weird, icky stuff happened, but I'm sort of not going to talk about it because it's my job. And I'd like to keep it.
After school, I sprinted out of my building. I raced to daycare and the sweetest, kindest, most loving little boy was waiting for me. He ran to my car and hugged me, held my face and kissed my cheek. I talked to the daycare lady a little (love, love, love her), and then we left. Tuck cried all the way to Wal-Mart.
(Sometimes I wonder how many people are killed each year because they're reaching behind them grabbing the closest toy or book or notepad or anything to keep their kid from screaming like a cray cray kid. You know. I just wonder is all.)
Tuck was that kid IN Wal-Mart that everyone notices because he's screaming hysterically because I put onions in the cart. Or because the milk was too close to him. Even the toy I bribed him with (#imthatparent) didn't work. I had to rip it out of the box because the guy at the counter said the scissors were the podium, and while my loving, kind, sweet child was screaming his head off for this light up airplane, he couldn't be bothered to walk two steps to get them. So I threw it at him.
(But do you really want to mess with a woman on the verge? Naaaah.)
And then we went to the parking lot and promptly got into an accident.
But it's okay, because when I called my mom in my isn't-this-just-the-icing-on-the-cake-of-today voice, she soothed me with words like, "it's only a car," and "insurance will cover it."
While Tucker still screamed in his carseat.
And while the airplane was still making noises.
We finally, FINALLY made it home and we played outside after he ate. We played hard. And then I had to bring him in kicking and screaming to the house for a bath (because kids that play outside all day need daily baths, turns out).
Soap + his scraped knee = my neighbors probably are concerned that I'm a terrible mother or something.
The General finally went to bed, and I finally had a chance to make our dinners for the week.
Because it's Wednesday. And the week is almost over.
And now here we are. 9 pm and I just finished eating a salad because I realized I hadn't eaten dinner yet. And as I got up to put my dish in the sink (full of dishes because no way is that happening tonight), I tripped over a book Tuck had out.
It was about bad days.
Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days.
The very last page of the book? It's my favorite.
"My mom says some days are like that. Even in Australia."
And that's the truth.
So I picked up the book, tossed it with the rest of the books, and busted out the ice cream.
Because some days are just like that.
Even in Australia.
. About Moi .
I love, love, love flannel sheets and I am really passionate about lists on post it notes and most of the time I'm sad that no one else is as excited as I am about Diet Mountain Dew. I also adore run-on sentences.
He saw her before he saw
anything else in the room.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
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