So the other day, I posted to FB: "This is the worst day, ever. FML." And karma got me. Here are some highlights from my day:
-Woke up at 3:00 a.m. to help Jack go potty. (That's good for him but not good for my sleeping.)
=Woke up, again, at 5:45 a.m. because Wayne was in a lot of pain and he needed his medications.
-Woke up at 8 a.m. to call the doctor's office and get a same day appointment for Wayne's back - scheduled for 11:30 a.m.
-Woke up, finally, at 9:30 a.m. Jack? Who knows what time he woke up. He didn't come in and wake me... I taught him last week how to turn on the TV so he watched some shows. Then, he got hungry. Did he wake me up then? Noooooo. He climbed onto the counter and "stole" (his word) the box of Thin Mints, then ate about 7 of them. He was covered in chocolate.
-Took a shower because my hair was pure INSANITY from going to bed with it wet.
=Fought with Jack for over 30 minutes, trying to get him to get dressed. He says he now cannot get himself dressed. That he never could.
-Got Wayne dressed. (Yes, his back is THAT bad.)
-Loaded everyone into the car, drove to the doctor, tried to keep Jack from tripping Wayne, running around and being a general nuisance. Lately, he's a complete pain in the ass - doing the exact opposite of everything he's told. Running away from me. Throwing toys around. Being super loud and bratty. (It's because of all you people out there who said how good he was all the time when he was 2. And all the moms who wished this on me because he was so good in public and they thought I bragged or whatever - well, I got mine, huh? Thanks!)
-Doctor says Wayne has a sprained or strained lower lumbar but they won't know for sure until the x-rays come back. And work? He won't be able to go back for a couple weeks, probably. (Hoping the claim for short term disability goes through quickly. And even if we get that it's only 60% pay, so we're screwed for the next month or so. If anyone wants to send me some money, now's the time!!)
-Took Wayne to the lab for x-rays. Jack? He went a little nuts in there. To the point of me having to hold him down in the chair while the medical staff stared at me. When we got to the car, he threw himself on the ground and screamed, "I just want to have fun!!" Don't we all, kid. Don't we all.
-Picked up lunch at Sonic. Can't really afford it but couldn't face coming home and trying to fight with Jack to eat anything.
-Fought with, screamed at, layed down with, spanked, cajoled, threatened and did everything I could think of to get Jack to take a nap. It didn't work... and I ended up crying because I'm a horrible mom who can't get her kid to listen and ended up screaming and raving and spanking him.
-Gave up on naptime and took Jack with me to pick up Wayne's prescription, an ice pack, and the collage prints I'd ordered at Walgreens... got there, stood in line, then realized I didn't have my wallet in my purse. Wasn't in the car, either. It was at home, on the dryer. Told Jack we had to go home to get my brains. He said he left his at Walgreens. LOL
-Got back to Walgreens and followed Jack, who ran through the store, yelling, "I think my brains are over in the line, Mommy!!" in his bright green rain boots. LMAO.
-Saw two ginormous, gorgeous rainbows that Jack pointed out to me and felt much much better.
-Opted out of going to the grocery store for Masa Harina to make chicken enchilada soup because of the 50 mph winds and freezing ice point rain.
-Came home and told Jack, "Mommy needs to relax for a little while. You can play in your room or the playroom quietly. But I'm going to watch my shows. Not yours." Sweet little guy said, "Okay Mommy! Have fun!"
-All was quiet for about 30 minutes. I checked my FB and watched All My Children in a blissfully ignorant and delusional haze.
-Went to investigate mysterious noises coming from closed bathroom door... smacked in the face with the scent of watermelon shampoo as I opened the door to find Jack had dumped half a bottle of it on his head.
-Put him in the shower to rinse it all off... still not sure how to wash the shirt he was wearing because I'm scared it'll ruin my washing machine with all the suds. Possibly clean it in the kitchen sink first? But that's filled with dishes at the moment... sigh.
-And the kicker to the day? I got my period. Yay!! Fun. No babies for me. Just explaining to Jack - because I can't possibly go to the bathroom by myself - in as simple and non-explanatory a way, what a tampon is and why I'm using it.
I will never ever again say "Worst day ever." Ever. Because then? Karma fucks you. And that sucks.
