What a day!
Today was killer. Elsa was back in bed with us last night, which is not ideal at all. She needs to sleep in her own bed before I become a zombie again. Suddenly she likes me, so she spent a good portion of the night with her hand patting my face. So sweet. . . for a minute.
I couldn’t go to the gym this morning because of her cough. I’m so sad b/c I was ready to increase my weights in BodyPump. On Tuesday I felt like I was throwing a baton around, so I was excited to lift something a little heavier!
It was 70F a couple of days ago, so we got really spoiled. This morning Erik wore his crocs sans socks and a light sweatshirt. It was FREEZING, but we didn’t have time to fix the problem. I couldn’t stand the thought of my poor little boy with freezing toes, so I took him some more appropriate clothing.
Then it was off on an adventure! We sold poinsettias through Camp Fire and today was pick-up day. I had to drive about 45 minutes away to get them. The whole time I had a plan in my head to check and double check to make sure the order was correct.
I got there. The people running the office had an awful dog that scared the shit out of Elsa. She started screaming her head off and tried to climb onto my face. They promised me that they checked and double checked my order and it was all good. I was so so so so so so stupid and believed them. I KNEW that was wrong. The whole way home I was telling myself “of course they checked, of course it will be write, why are you such a pessimist?”
And of course it was wrong.
My nav system was working, but the sound was somehow turned off and I couldn’t figure out how to turn it back on. I hate listening to Rita when Mike is driving and I’m holding the phone, but when there’s no one to sit there and hold the phone you kind of need that annoying British voice to tell you to turn right in 300 feet. It’s not really safe to try to figure it out when you’re going 80 down the Beltway.
I was starving and couldn’t wait to get home, so of course access to our community was blocked by two police cars. I decided to chuck my diet and go to Baja Fresh. Got there and couldn’t find my wallet. Of course I’d been driving all over the country with no wallet. Of course!
Drove back home and the police were gone, but there was an ambulance and fire truck blocking a lot of the parking spaces. Thankfully my space was open. I hopped out and opened the back of my van. A group of firemen walked by and wanted to carry my boxes for me. Firemen are my favorite. No power trip, just a genuine desire to help.
Then, of course, I had to get on the phone and get the freakin’ flower order straightened out. I was pretty clear that I wasn’t going to drive back down there, so they agreed to have someone bring me the rest of the stuff tomorrow. The least they could do since it was their mistake!
Then the lady e-mails and says the office manager says there is no way the order is wrong and I’m just not counting things correctly. Because I can’t count to 23? UGH.
I called back and left a big ol’ voice mail. We ended up sorting it out through e-mail, though.
A couple of hours ago I got a very nice phone call from a lady who said I’d left a voice mail at the wrong number and she hated to think that I couldn’t get my order right so she wanted me to know I needed to check my number. Wasn’t that the nicest ting ever? Amidst all the things that went wrong today, there were some very good people making life a little easier.
Erik got in trouble at school today (talking too much and not keeping his hands to himself). I don’t know what his problem was, but he was a total pill at home as well. I was ready to send him to bed at 5 pm.
I was sitting out on the porch, freezing my face off, when a strange lady walked up and introduced herself and acted like I should know her. Ummmmm?
Oh yeah. She was my interviewee for a babysitter position. I was completely unprepared and my house was a complete disaster. She was great, though. She instantly engaged both kids
and seems like a responsible adult. She doesn’t like to do weekend babysitting though, so that’s a problem. Thanks to care.com I now have contact info for several sitters, so I’m hoping we can start doing monthly date nights.
I guess I better take Erik up to bed. I need to prepare myself and start fresh. I’m still so angry at his behavior earlier today that he’s sure to set me off. Not good. I need to be the mature one. I’m not the seven year old.