Tuesday

Every once in a while everyone has a cruddy day. The type of day where everything that can go wrong will go wrong. That day, for me, was Tuesday.

It started off actually on Monday. I chipped my front tooth when I was in college and have had a veneer on it ever since. Well, Monday the veneer broke off. This resulted in my front tooth having a very sharp edge. And of course my tongue kept hitting it. I made an appointment with the dentist but he couldn't see me until Wednesday. Waiting two days doesn't seem bad unless you're the person with the chipped tooth.

Tuesday I woke up and my tongue was sore from rubbing against the tooth. I managed to get both girls to school but Little Sis was a grouch and cried hysterically as soon as she entered her classroom. I left feeling like a bad mom.

I get gas for the van, pick up some milk, take the milk home and head to Target. Our Family Day (some call it Gotcha Day) for Big Sis is next week and we are buying her this doll as a present. At Target I buy the doll, and a few clothes for Little Sis. I get home and the cat has puked on the stairs. I clean up the cat puke, then straighten the house. By this point I have a raging headache, probably made worse by the constant tongue pain.

Now it's time to pick the girls up. Both are fussy. The teacher informs me that Little Sis refused to take a nap. Great. It's 90 degrees outside as I bustle them and their paperwork and blankets into the van. We're all hot and irritable.

Once we get home I wanted to show Little Sis her new clothes. I search high and low and cannot find the bag! I called Target and was told that the cashier accidentally forgot to put that bag into my shopping cart. *&^%$@!!!! I know it's an accident and all, but now I have to drive out there and pick it up. And the store is a good 20+ minute drive on the highway. It's not just down the street. And gas is $4.10 a gallon. I am sooo not happy at this point.

I haul myself out to Target again and by now I want to strangle the cashier. They handed me the bag without even an apology. Again, it wasn't an intentional act on the cashier, but of all the days for this to happen....

Since Chuck E. Cheese is across the street from Target, and because it's too hot and humid to play outside, we go to Chuck E. Cheese for an hour. The place is packed. I go to get the girls something to drink. I'm standing there with them, and Big Sis said she wanted some Cherry Coke. I do limit how much soda they drink, but tonight I let her have some. Well, some rude hillbilly man was standing next to us and heard Big Sis say that she wanted Cherry Coke. He said something like, "Let me teach you a lesson. I went to the dentist today and had a tooth pulled. And do you know why? It's because of sugar, like what you're about to drink." I swear to God, if I didn't have the girls within earshot, I would have cussed him out. Seriously, I was that ticked off. All I said was, "Yeah, well, I brush their teeth" but felt like adding "and maybe you should try it!"

We get home around 8 pm. I bathe the girls. And do you want to know what was the icing on the cake? When I got home Big Sis wanted a glass of milk. I pour her some from the gallon that I bought that morning, and it was sour! Daddy sensed that I was about to lose it, so he went to the store and exchanged it for another one. I then took two Tylenol PMs. I fell asleep at 10 pm, which is early for me, and I slept in until 9 the next morning!

And yes, my week has gotten much, much better :)

** The above drawing is from the girls' favorite book called Babies Can't Each Kimchee. The baby's hissy fit was how I felt all day Tuesday.