Tuesday, September 23, 2008

One of Those Days: A Timeline of Minor Annoyances and Downright Failure

My day was going great until...

8:15 a.m.: Jack freaks out because he has to return his library book at school today. He is absolutely not down with that. Tears and yelling ensues.

9 a.m.: Sam and Jack are at school. For no discernible reason, Quinn starts yelling at me, "I don't like ya'! I don't like ya'!"

9:50-10:05 a.m.: I'm driving to a park that I've been to dozens of times and drive an entire mile past my turnoff. I struggle through a traffic jam clusterfuck before I realize that I'm nowhere near where I'm supposed to be.

10:15 a.m.: We arrive at the park. Quinn immediately demands to eat lunch.

11:05 a.m.: Quinn insists that the tree he is banging a stick on is his. No other kids are to come near it. I edge closer to him in case he decides to take action against the small befuddled child trying to bang a stick on the same tree.

1:43 p.m.: A FedEx box completely defeats me. I rip it to shreds to get at the contents inside.

2:00 p.m.: I decide to make apple crisp with the apples Quinn picked at the apple orchard yesterday. I'm past the point of no return when I realize we don't have any stick butter in my entire house. In fact, all we have are scrapings from a tub of spreadable butter. I collect 1/2 cup of spreadable butter and wonder how it will affect a recipe that asks for 1/3 cup of stick butter.

2:12 p.m.: I'm on the phone with Ruby Tuesday when I give up entirely and let Quinn eat a chunk of brown sugar.

2:15 p.m.: Having elicited promises of gift cards from Ruby Tuesday, I get off the phone and take away the sugar.

2:16 p.m.: Quinn objects.

3:20 p.m.: A neighbor takes Sam right after school for a playdate. Things are looking up!

4:50 p.m.: On the walk back from picking Sam up, Quinn falls and wonks his head on our sharp wooden porch steps.

7:10 p.m.: I walk in circles around the house trying to get away from my kids, all of whom are trying to talk to me. I am on the phone with Jack's aide, who is calling from home to give me advice. I am also trying to take notes in my own communication notebook. My frantic finger waving does nothing to stop my children.

7:30 p.m.: It's bedtime for Team Stimey. Because Sam had a playdate, karate, dinner, and then chase Mom in circles around the house time, tonight bedtime is known as Sam Starts His Homework Time.

7:55 p.m.: Sam takes 16 years to read his assigned book.

8:07 p.m.: Sam finishes his homework.

8:08 p.m.: I check out for the night.

But, hey. It could have been worse.


  1. I believe Alexander had days like that and heard that even in Austriala there are bad days too. (or something like that - it's been a while since I've read that book).

  2. OUCH, that bump looks nasty! You gotta stop tripping your kids, Stimey! ;-)

    I hope you retired with a nice glass of wine (or bottle of, well, anything)!

  3. I hope tomorrow is better! And yes, a bottle of something was certainly in order. Or a pack of brown sugar if you are Quinn!

  4. A also doesn't like to return library books (although I haven't had to face tears yet). When we packed her book in her backpack tonight she was angry because "the library won't have any more books as good as this one". Yes, "The Golly Sisters Go West" is a fine piece of literature.

    I hope Quinn is feeling ok and that tomorrow is a better day.

  5. This post was full of quotable quotes. I believe that me and my posse will now start using the phrase "I gave up and let him/her eat a chunk of brown sugar" to refer to any incidents where we take the path of least resistance.

  6. Definitely have to choose your battles. Sometimes a chunk of brown sugar is totally the lesser of all surrounding evils. :)

  7. Oh dear. But yes could be worse.
    Hope you are having a better day.

  8. oh, my, that is QUITE a day. possibly you are the one who needs friends to bring over dinner next week.

    also, Quin never ceases to crack me up.

  9. We had that morning yesterday as well. On the ride to school (with RC in jamas and crocs) we cried over everything from the size of HRH's room to how he never wants to move from our house. I totally would have let him eat brown sugar if he would stopped.

    I hate the phone-stalking thing.

    Drink up!

  10. Ah yes we relate. Dos mamas spent what was supposed to be a relaxing afternoon in the opthamologist's office after son one got punched repeatedly in the eye (thankfully not by son two). Better yet, we get to go back on Friday.

  11. When I had an important phone call last week, I left cookies strategically placed all around the house first. Then, as I was being stalked and squawked at, I just moved to the next room and started pointing out the cookies. (It's a good thing I don't have too many important phone calls, although I'm totally trying brown sugar next time.)

    You definitely need to add stick butter and MORE WINE to your shopping list!

  12. I have to agree with thrift store mama .... that brown sugar quote is going to get me through some tough moments and G-d knows there's no shortage of them around here!

    I hope today was a better day, but thanks for the laughs.

  13. Ooh, his bump!!!! Too many more like that and I'm gonna think you just lost your sh*t on him or something!

    What IS it with FedEx boxes? I find myself stymied (ha!) by them as well sometimes. Argh.

    Hope today was less craptastic!

  14. Sounds like a CRAZY day! I love how you snapped a picture of Quinn while he was crying about the loss of the brown sugar. ;)

  15. Oh, I hate days like that. Today was one of those days for me, when I just slog through it and hope the next day is better.

    Hope your next day was better.

  16. Wow, that sounds like quite a day. We've all had them and yes, it could have been worse. Did you have a potty accident. That always makes a situation perfect....pee pee on the floor somewhere, usually at someone elses house. Super fun!


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