It's 11:30 a.m.
It's one of THOSE days.
Got ready and all geared up to venture to the mall with Ethan, which is never an easy feat. I can pack all different kinds of snacks...he never wants what I've packed. He's content to be pushed along through the halls of the mall, but the minute I step into a store, he screams BLOODY MURDER. Unless it's the Disney store, of course. I prayed, literally, that he would cooperate today and let me get a few quick errands done.
Walked into the GAP...SCREAM. Hurried and handed him some crackers...worked for a few minutes....Ahh.
All of a sudden my phone is ringing...caller ID tells me it's the elementary school. Stomach drops. I know what they need....
Yes, Drew has wet his pants again. again. again. And it's of course on the day that I didn't send an extra set of clothes AND.... I'm in OREM.
I cried the whole way to the house to get the clothes. Now I have to take my CRAZY 2 year old into the school, which is never a good thing. I was driving like a bat out of hell because that's what mothers do when their child is sitting in the school office in wet pants (humiliated).
(Darrin, I think I need the radar detector from your car...)
What's my point?
First of all, sometimes when you are so frazzled, the only thing you can do is cry. And later it will all seem funny.
Secondly, even though you haven't had a Dr. Pepper in over a month, you leave the school and go straight through the drive-thru for a beverage. I'll be back on that wagon tomorrow, but today, it was very much needed. (good thing I'm not an alcoholic)
So, I got nothing accomplished and I will have a night away without any little people with me.
I will get my errands done later.
I will nurse this Dr. Pepper down to the very last sweet savory drop.
I will reapply my makeup.
(deep breath)
It's one of THOSE days.
Got ready and all geared up to venture to the mall with Ethan, which is never an easy feat. I can pack all different kinds of snacks...he never wants what I've packed. He's content to be pushed along through the halls of the mall, but the minute I step into a store, he screams BLOODY MURDER. Unless it's the Disney store, of course. I prayed, literally, that he would cooperate today and let me get a few quick errands done.
Walked into the GAP...SCREAM. Hurried and handed him some crackers...worked for a few minutes....Ahh.
All of a sudden my phone is ringing...caller ID tells me it's the elementary school. Stomach drops. I know what they need....
Yes, Drew has wet his pants again. again. again. And it's of course on the day that I didn't send an extra set of clothes AND.... I'm in OREM.
I cried the whole way to the house to get the clothes. Now I have to take my CRAZY 2 year old into the school, which is never a good thing. I was driving like a bat out of hell because that's what mothers do when their child is sitting in the school office in wet pants (humiliated).
(Darrin, I think I need the radar detector from your car...)
What's my point?
First of all, sometimes when you are so frazzled, the only thing you can do is cry. And later it will all seem funny.
Secondly, even though you haven't had a Dr. Pepper in over a month, you leave the school and go straight through the drive-thru for a beverage. I'll be back on that wagon tomorrow, but today, it was very much needed. (good thing I'm not an alcoholic)
So, I got nothing accomplished and I will have a night away without any little people with me.
I will get my errands done later.
I will nurse this Dr. Pepper down to the very last sweet savory drop.
I will reapply my makeup.
(deep breath)
Comments
I'm so sorry for the terrible day. Pat yourself on the back that you drove so fast to help Drew out. I wet my pants in the 2nd grade and my mom wasn't home (no cell phones back then). I had to wear pants that the school had. It wasn't pretty!