You ever have one of those days where LOTS of little annoying things go wrong? Not a single one of them are enough to send you weeping, but when they all come at you in the span of just a few hours…
Well, today was that day for me*.
I woke up feeling OH SO Productive!
It was super exciting because lately my motivation to get things done has been seriously lacking.
I knew I had several errands to run today and decided I’d get an early start. I hate dragging the kids around in the afternoons in the summer, so I had plans to leave the house by 9am.
First though, I had to talk to the lawn people. We’re having a party here on Sunday and I needed them to do some trimming of our landscaping. These guys usually get here stillinpajamashurryandgetdressedtogivethemacheck early. However…today they were about an hour and a half later than usual. Then, they were blocking the driveway with the clippings so I didn’t end up making it out of the house until about 11am.
No problem. It’s a minor setback!
First 2 errands, no problems! On the way to errand #3 though…the hiccups.
If you know me, you know I hiccup like I am going to DIE from them. It’s absolutely ridiculous.
I sound like a barking seal and because they hurt SO much…I cry in between. It’s over the top ridiculous.
So here I am, driving with my 2 kids in the backseat laughing their butts off at me, practically in convulsions from hiccups.
Needless to say, I pulled over to the nearest McDonald’s and drove through to get a drink.
Oddly, the first drink…and the hiccups were magically gone.
Okay…let’s head to errand #3. Here, my debit card won’t scan. In fact…even punching in the # won’t work. It’s not being declined (seeing as errand #2 was depositing checks in the bank, that would have been frightening!), it’s just NOT working. What?
Thankfully, since I have no other form of payment, we get it to work. By this point though, I have very antsy children.
I get into the van, take a sip of my drink and the cup explodes all over the floor as I go to put it in the cup holder again.
A smarter woman would have called it quits and ended Errand Day at this point. Not me though!
Errands 4 and 5 go rather smoothly so we head out for lunch.
Parking is a nightmare and I finally find a parking space. I get out with the kids and some idiot going 40 mph in a packed parking lot almost runs us over.
We head to the restroom and my son REFUSES to go to the restroom in the women’s restroom.
I tell him he canNOT go into the men’s room by himself, but he doesn’t even want to go in there by himself. He wants ME to go in there with him.
He causes quite the scene (in the restroom…thankfully no one else was in there at the time) over this until I tell him we’re leaving if he doesn’t shape up. He chills out (thankfully).
I probably SHOULD have left by this point, but I was the one who dragged them all over town with the promise of food and playtime.
Okay, we get inside and sit down to eat. The whole time I eat, a cute little girl has her face pressed to the glass right next to me. Licking the glass and blowing on it over and over. At this point I could only laugh!
We eat our food and my son decides to go play in the play area while me and Lizzie finish up.
At some point, I am aware that a woman I know (the mother of one of my son’s old classmates) is trying to get my attention. My son is BAWLING in the play structure.
I grab our stuff and run into the playroom area. He’s having a panic attack of some sort and he won’t come down. I go to ease into the play structure, but there are kids everywhere and I’m in the way. So I back out to try and coax him down and another lady squeezes in to get him for me while I coax him down.
Less than 2 minutes later, he rushes up the play structure like it’s no big deal and goes on about playing like usual.
I’m pretty shaken by his panic attack (and quick recovery), so I go to sit down and at that very instant my daughter has to go to the restroom.
I grab the kids and head to the restroom. While I’m in there with them…I start replaying the day in my head and at this point I decide…that’s it! We’re going home.
I pack the kids up in the van and pull out of my parking space. I’m so glad to be headed home.
I mumble “the only thing that could make this day worse…”
I pull into the driveway…bam. Hiccups are gone.
I’m never leaving this house ever again.
*Yes. I realize that a million trillion worse things could have happened today and probably DID happen to people today. My day in comparison is probably lovely. That said…it was just one of those days where all the little things added up to a big mess and I am just SO glad to be home. Phew.