Forgotten Sleep

Alexander isn’t the only one who had a terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad, day. I did, too.

I had such hopes for today. The weather is slightly warmer than normal today, the rain had lifted, my outfit was cute. Big Girl and Little Man cooperated in getting dressed relatively easily. I should’ve known with all these good things, something enormously bad was right around the corner.

Turned out, it wasn’t just one thing. It was many, many things. If you’ve been reading my blog, you’ve probably read that I’m in public relations. I do writing, and I manage a few magazines. Due to a graphic design and mailing glitch, more than a few of the magazines that were just mailed out found their way back to my office today. Ugh. We’ll call this problem No. 1. What to do with them? Obviously, they need to make the trip to their appropriate homes, so that entails Hard-Working Colleague and me printing out labels, sticking them on large envelopes, stuffing the envelopes and putting them in proper zip code order. This results not only in several paper cuts for me, but also a ridiculously uncomfortable back that is still bothering me at this time.

As if this were not enough, enter problem No. 2. My mom, who happens to be here, helping me take care of the kids while Loving Husband is with a friend who just lost his mother, called. Daycare Provider had kicked Little Man out for having a slightly runny nose. Her edict was that he would not be allowed to return until he had turned off his nasal faucet. This child has managed to bounce from cold to cold faster than the Road Runner makes his repeated get-aways from the Coyote.

And, we all know that problems come in threes. With Little Man’s eviction from daycare comes my mom’s inability to go home and help with the youth play at church that she had agreed to direct. Problem No. 3 — though, it feels like problems 3 and 4 because of the guilt I feel about that. She sacrificed her time to come up here with the belief that she’d be able to go home tomorrow to help with youth. Now, with Little Man being persona non grata and Loving Husband not wheels-down until 3 p.m., she has no choice but to stay.

Needless to say, this has not been one of my more stellar days. I did, however, write new lyrics to “Oh, Christmas Tree.” Sing it with me: “Oh, crappy day, oh crappy day. I really wish you’d go away!”