Wednesday, December 26, 2007

if Alexander had been a mom

I dedicate this one to Kris and Kristin in solidarity through thick and thin (poop).

I went to bed with a cold in my nose and when i woke up there was a cold in my head and chest and also a fever with aches all over. B.R. thought the day should start at 4:30 and in the dark I stumbled over the clean laundry basket that had tipped over into a pile of dirty laundry and the shower was broken and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
At breakfast L. spilled hot cereal on the rug and A. knocked over her juice and I didn't have time to eat any breakfast at all. In the car, A. cried and hit L. then L. cried and hit A. and then they both wailed. At B.R.'s checkup I tried to convince the Dr. that BR was "just teething" and then she diagnosed an earache-in-need-of-antibiotics and they ran out of flu shots. We only got an hour parking validation but it took an extra 20 minutes to talk the kids into their carseats and L. forgot all her words except "why?" and the power was out in the underground parking garage at the pharmacy and the kids were too scared of the dark to get out of the car. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
That's what it was because we had to wait 45 minutes to fill the prescription rather than the promised 20 even though the store was empty, and so we killed time with a snack and some games and everyone was happy until I turned my back to sign for BR's medicine and that's when the grocery cart tipped and fell on top of A.'s fingers and L.'s toes. So then a crowd of other shoppers in the store came running to see what happened and they all talked but no one helped, and A. sobbed and I had to carry her and try to push the cart with one hand and everyone stared and clucked but still didn't help.
I found an ant invasion in the kitchen, L. slammed her fingers in a door and A. pooped in the tub and on the bathmat. It was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
I guess some days are like that, even when the sun is shining and it's 70 degrees in December.

4 comments:

Meredith said...

and yet you still found time to blog about it! you amaze me, mrs. s-d.

much love and merry christmas. tell a. thanks for my snowman card, it was perfect!

Anonymous said...

Thank goodness there are 364 other days in a year - they can't all be awful, horrible, very bad...
Gaga

Kris Livovich said...

I prefer the thick poop, it's easier to clean up...

What a day! Hope things are a little better.

L. said...

Call it "Alexander And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very
Bad Day 2."