Yup, surly Tuesday. Because today started off poo and doesn’t show any signs of improvement.
George woke me at 4AM with wet pajamas. He has developed the unfortunate habit of reaching into his diaper and pulling his junk upwards, which of course means that when he pees, it doesn’t go into the absorbent pad but instead all up his belly. If I put his diapers on any tighter I’ll cut off the circulation to his lower half, so I just have to deal with it, but GAAAAA WELCOME TO YOUR MORNING.
Then I tried to get back to sleep but Michael has had a low-grade sinus infection for some time now, so his snoring is back with a vengeance, so that was a no-go. Curled up on the couch, which usually works out fine, but for some reason I couldn’t find a comfortable position and woke up with my neck so stiff I actually can’t turn my head or even lean forward comfortably.
Skip to breakfast time, which for George happens at 6AM because sleep is for the weak. I always let him choose his cereal. This usually works. Today… well, this was today:Me: George, which cereal would you like? George: CEE-WE-ALL Me: Yes, cereal. Which cereal would you like? George: Mini-oatmeal! Me: You mean oatmeal? George: NOOOOOOO!!!! I wan’ RICE CHEERIOS! Me: You mean Rice Krispies? George: YES! RICE CHEERIOS!! Me: *retrieves box of Rice Krispies* George: *falls to the floor screaming* NOOOOOOOO NOT DOSE MOMMYYYYYY RICE CHEERIOS!!!” Me: *gets Cheerios* George: Oh, thank you very much, Mommy!
Then I had to drag Michael out of bed because he was supposed to be leaving early for a two-hour drive over treacherous icy roads for a site visit.
Then Ron decided to wear his three-sizes-too-big Boba Fett t-shirt to school, which made him look like he got dressed in the dark.
Then Daisy arrived wearing a onesie (??) meaning that every time she wants to sit on the potty & pretend to pee, I need to accompany her and unsnap it, and then tuck it up so she doesn’t sit on it.
Then it was minus one million degrees at the bus stop.
Then I watched three almost-accidents on the road because the snowplow drivers did the absolute worst, most half-assed job I’ve ever seen, leaving our very busy twisty road completely snow-covered with an icy surface .
Then one of the kids at the bus stop – daughter of New Neighbour – ran full-tilt toward the road as the bus was coming down over the hill, her too-big snowpants getting caught under her too-big boots. Because it’s really hard to turn off the Dayhome Lady thing, I reacted without thinking and yelled “Name, STOP!” Which prompted New Neighbour to turn to me and say “she’s so sensitive, she’s going to be heartbroken now because you yelled at her. Why are you so mean? She would have stopped. That’s why I didn’t yell. You yelled. YELLING IS MEAN.”
I’ll spare you the details of that conversation, but the word “heartbroken” was used two more times and “sensitive” three more, and at no point did I say what I wanted to which was HOLY SHIT BETTER HEARTBROKEN THAN HIT BY A BUS. I did point out that I was concerned about the better-than-average chance of her tripping and falling on the icy road and falling in front of the bus, but she brushed me off completely and said that I’d probably ruined her daughter’s day by being so mean.
It’s not even 10AM and I’m just totally over today.
Really, really hoping things pick up. And soon.