Today I missed my alarm and lost my only chance to work out since husband is gone 9 am to 11 pm. I hate not working out.
We had to get our car from the mechanic who had actually not fixed the car even though I have been without it for four very long days. We had to take two children into -2 degree (without the wind chill) weather and I couldn’t find Jonathan’s only pair of shoes. Did I mention it was cold? I hate winter.
I got to Mother’s Club late, with a car that desperately needed gas and fingers that were freezing after having to do a double car seat transfer while husband dashed off to teach his first class. After Mother’s Club, I picked up my children, one of whom had a diaper that reeked. I put Jonathan in his car seat. I threw the keys on the seat and shut the driver’s side door. Shutting the door caused every single lock in the car to lock, leaving me on the outside in 2 degree weather and both children on the inside with the keys. For several minutes, I tried to teach/convince Isaac to figure out how to lift the lock and open the car. He tried the locks on three doors and ate one piece of used gum before he succeeded in unlocking the car. I hate reasoning with a preschooler.
I decided to get gas in order to make going to class this evening less hectic so I drove home to get my purse. I only had a key to the back door. A back door that was solidly and intractably iced shut. I kicked it. I hit it. I said some nasty things to it. It didn’t budge. I hate doors that don’t open in the middle of winter when it’s very cold outside and I am already annoyed.
I fortunately was able to find someone who had a spare. We picked up the key and I went back and got my purse. When I got to the gas station the gas flap wouldn’t open and I had to enlist the help of an older gentleman. I finally got the gas tank open only after also popping the trunk. I hate looking stupid.
I got home and changed the terrible diaper but also had to take a sample to turn in to the GI specialist. Who doesn’t like scooping poop into a container and swishing it around in green liquid? I hate that I still have two children in diapers.
As I finally finished Project Poop, I rounded the corner just in time for Jonathan to pull off and completely empty a new bag of Chex Mix onto the floor. And it was only noon.
Mommy? Are you crying? Asked Isaac. Maybe you need to take a little break?
I reminded myself that there are days like this, even in Australia. Though I would like to think that if I were in an all-expenses-paid resort in Australia most of these things would NOT be happening. My problems would be more along the lines of: Oh no! A wombat ate my bathing suit! At the same time, I am thankful that we were able to find keys, thankful we had a warm home to come back to, and thankful for the delicious Chex Mix that we will be eating off the floor for the next week.
So that is my mantra for the rest of the day: Even in Australia. I am not the only one who has these days, right?!?