Thursday, August 14, 2008

our (my) week

  • Monday morning, 7:30-8:00 am - tantrum. He alternated between "I want to watch Star Wars!" and "I want to snuggle!" and "I don't want to be in bed!" I pulled the covers over my head and prayed for wisdom and strength and a different child.
  • I found out I can't afford LASIK until I'm in a wildly different set of circumstances, made queen of everything, and am independently wealthy.
  • Blake's been having a hard time when I leave him at preschool, which makes my heart break and makes me want to run crying from my crying child.
  • My car's in the shop (hail repair - praise the Lord!), but I found out yesterday that they need another FULL WEEK to finish, and I was supposed to pick it up today.
  • I got upgraded on my rental to a free minivan, which I thought could be cool, but it just ended up crushing the remnants of my ego. It feels like my son and I are knocking around a vast expanse of dowdy space, and I have to holler across the distances for him to hear me. He does love the automatic sliding doors though.
  • I have watched or heard (because I'm in the kitchen/on the computer) Star Wars five or six times since Sunday. At the rate he's going, little Blake may never get laid. Also not helping: the fact that he calls it Star Horse or Star Whores. I'm expecting a call from preschool asking about the porn I just keep around for my kid to watch.
  • Tuesday: fever.
  • Wednesday: not only crying when I left him at preschool, but, when I picked him up, I found out he'd BITTEN another kid that day... on the upper cheek near the poor kid's eye. I'm sure he was provoked, but it's so out of character for him that I was stunned, and we spent the next fifteen minutes talking about what you do bite (breakfast, lunch, dinner, and popsicles) and what you don't bite (people, animals, minivans, or furniture... EYES).
  • "Momma, when do I get a new daddy?"
  • Taking out my right contact in the dark, dropping it, and being unable to find it AT ALL with the lights on. It was only two days old, and I'm pretty sure it fell neatly down the drain of my bathroom sink.
  • Sitting on my bathroom counter to tweeze an eyebrow, then turning around realizing I'd sat on an open tube of toothpaste, and the brilliant turquoise pile of goo on my counter was the result.

I'm pretty sure it can only get better, because I can't imagine it getting too much worse. I feel like one of the three Stooges.

3 comments:

Sharon said...

Addie,

Does it make you feel better to know that I chuckled all the way through this post?

I just came back from playing grandma at the playground at Stewart Park. My grandson ran into a stinky puddle, turned and fell into it; then began splashing around in it. Of course, I picked him up to take him to the SUV to get cleaned up, getting the muck and stink all over me. Welcome to the Stooge world! :)

Unknown said...

Ok, I am sorry about your rough week. That sucks. You forgot to mention your wildly fun night playing Bunco though! I was cracking up reading about Blake and Star Wars and getting laid... an image popped into my mind of Skipper on Sex and the City (the older ones). Except that Blake doesn't have curly hair and glasses, yet.

Anonymous said...

don't forget the part where a little turd was dicovered on my living room floor! awesomely disgusting and hilarious