Yesterday I began to reread a self-help book I'd been putting off. The first chapter ends with the challenge to stop critizing, condeming and complaining.
Then today happened.
I think I'll leave that challenge for another day. Hey, I haven't read anything about procrastinating yet so I'm allowed to right? right! I knew I should've stuck with my motto, "ignorance is bliss".
I digress.
All 3 of my children have received referals to see 3 different kinds of specialists over the last week. Before we get all dramatic, my children are not dying or anything, they are fine. Just need some tests.
Today was Olivia's turn.
Here's what went down:
Driving downtown in morning traffic
Not having enough change for the toll road, (yes I don't even have $1.50, I'm poor)
Olivia starts throwing up in the back seat
First day in my life I'm not carrying baby wipes
I toss a baggie of cheerios at her to vomit in as I catch my exit
We park, clean her up with her coat which gets tossed, and I wrap a scarf around her to keep her warm
She gets tested
She fails the test again.
I feel like a crappy mom.
I pay a butt load of money and make an appt to come back next month
I get lost bc I dont have money for the toll on the way home and the gift shop would not give me cash back.
GPS yells at me but Olivia giggles and says,
"Mom, they said 'take grandpa head'" (that would be ramp ahead) teehee.
I wait at pharmacy for over an hour.
They only called in 1 of the 2 perscriptions we need
Keep being transfered to leave messages at the hospital.
I pay a butt load of money again (I did mention that I don't even have $1.50 for the way home right?)
I come home and scrub the vomitt in my van.
P.S. The test and the vomit are completely unrealted.
tired. frustrated. smelly. broke.
no problems sovled.
daniel is outta town. of course.
ok pity party is over. think I'll watch tv instead of reading today.
7 comments:
I'll attend your pity party. Poor you, poor you, poor you. Oh, and poor Olivia.
Wow! Rough day. I hope all your kids are ok... And I hope you are surviving. I think it takes days like that to remind us we are human....
After such a day, you have every right to complain. Thanks for sharing - we have all had days like this at some point and definitely deserve to have someone feel sorry for you!
I hated the toll bridges in Houston when I was a missionary! Such a pain and we never knew where they were......I can relate to your frustration as I had all 3 of mine to the Dr this week, also! I always have people say....you won't remember the bad days when they get older, just the good.....HA I beg to differ :-)
YOu did have a rough day! A move to Australia sort of day. I am glad you chose to end it partying with me!
Sorry about your day! Hope today is GREAT to make up for it!
Good grief girl! If that doesn't make you wish you were a drinker!!I ;) I hate days like that! Call me next time! I could have driven you with my EZ tag. Let's hope next week is better.
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