Have you ever read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day?
Today is my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
It really started out yesterday. I am supposed to hear back about my interview either yesterday or today, and I haven't heard anything yet.
This morning, Bech and I decided to walk down the street with Jack to a local breakfast place. We walked outside and I went to grab the stroller. And it wasn't there. In the night someone came and took it. To be fair, I left it in the side yard next to the trash can. So I think someone was thinking/hoping that we were giving it away. But they took it in the night (sometime between 8 p.m. to 7:30 a.m.)...so that's kind of sketchy.
Not only am I bummed because something was taken, but we have been using the heck out of that stroller. Bellefonte is a walking town, so Jack and I have gone on a walk almost every day.
Then Jack and I headed to the grocery store. I knew it would be bad. Shopping with Jack is miserable right now. He is so stubborn and he does NOT want to be in the cart. We went inside, went to produce, and all hell broke loose. Jack was screaming and crying. I gave him his little spill proof bowl with goldfish inside and he threw it, spilling goldfish all over the floor.
I bent over to clean it up and the tears just came. So Jack is crying and I'm crying. And a sweet lady stopped to make sure I was okay and was trying to reassure me that everybody's child does this at some point.
Now, it's kind of hilarious. I mean, I was picking out bacon with tears streaming down my face. But in the moment, it was seriously the most embarrassing situation I had ever been in.
Things have calmed down now. I made it through the store while holding Jack, made a new friend, and got Jack home and down for a nap. I made a potato salad for a potluck tonight (where we'll meet new friends...yay!) and made a hot cocoa to calm down.
Let's just hope the Wegman's staff doesn't remember me next time I come...!
3 comments:
Oh friend, I've so been there. Graves pretty much hates the carts, too. I don't take them anywhere anymore buy myself unless they have a cozy coupe attached to the front of the freakin' thing and then it's still a super quick trip. I hate that about your stroller. I'd be so bummed. I hope your week gets better!
Your day pretty much sounds like one I had Monday. My 4 year old was acting horrible and I was feeding the baby, crying my eyes out, and literally yelling "What am I doing wrong?! Why am I such a horrible mother?" to God. I'm sorry you had an Alexander day, but I'm relieved to know I'm not alone.
Oh, I'm sorry Marley! We've all had those days I think. :-( Doesn't make them any less frustrating though!
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