Sandra's Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, very Bad Day.
(On a side note, who knows this book? I loved it when I was little.)
DH and I just chalked up yesterday as seriously the most frustrating day of the whole year. Looking back now, I know there are so many worse things going on for people, but I had absolutely no patience yesterday and just about lost my mind.
It was the kind of day where:
You go in for a root canal. The dentist can't even find 1 of the 3 roots on your tooth. The other two are so narrow that he can't canal all the way up them. He explains he's done everything possible for the pain and he can't think of anything else to do to combat the major sensitivity you are having during the procedure. It takes 2.5 hours instead of 1.5 hours. You have to go back in January to have it finished. He sends you home with an emergency number to phone if there is any more sensitivity - and if there is, he'll just yank the whole darn tooth out, because it's not worth it anymore. Your husband has to miss the whole morning of work just to watch the kids in the dentist waiting room.
Your baby only takes 40 minute naps. Enough said.
Your 3 year old son acts like the spawn of the devil when he gets home from school for the entire rest of the day. All you hear is crying, whining, and screaming.
You drop an entire full can of soup on the floor and all over your clothes. It takes a whole roll of paper towel to clean it up. You decide to feed your children Cheerios for supper.
Your baby is exhausted from barely napping and won't let you get anything done. You spend the evening tripping over the 5,000 toys and pots and pans which are for some reason all over every inch of floor in your house.
(Your husband is out all evening at meetings, so no help there.)
When you finally get the kids in their pajamas and are reading them a bedtime story, your baby picks up your iPhone and leaves the room. He returns 20 seconds later without the phone. You KNOW, you JUST KNOW that he has dropped it in the still full bathtub. And he has.
You scare all your kids with your freaking out for the welfare of your phone, which was at the bottom of the tub for at least 30 seconds. It spends the night in a bag full of rice and a desiccant capsule used for drying out your 3 year olds hearing aids. (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE OK!)
Just another day full of motherhood, I suppose. SIGH.
P.S. Sorry to be such a downer this week! Maybe Christmas will make me feel better :)