This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but I was too tired, so here it is.
Here's how the day panned out.
My morning plan was to drop Grayson off at the babysitter's and head downtown with Carter to drop him off at a bakery, where his preschool class was going for a field trip. My mom, who was still sick, but feeling much better (or so I thought) was going to be picking Carter up (an hour later) and driving him to the sitter's for the remainder of the day. A text from my mom, however, revealed that she had a very bad night and - I am quoting here - was "sick as a dog." Okay, a kink in the day, I figure, but no big deal. So now my new plan is to drop Grayson off at the sitter's as planned, drive Carter to the bakery and then I'll have to pick Carter back up (an hour later) and drive him to the babysitter's as well.
So, it's 9:00 a.m. He has to be at the bakery at 9:30. I am cutting it close and as I am getting the boys' coats on, realized that Grayson pooped himself. Of course he did. I realize that I have two options: 1) I could take him to Judy's (my babysitter) with his stinky diaper, hand him over with an apology for the extra little gift, and let her know to change him right away, because he gets diaper rash so quickly, then RUN out the door because I would barely be getting Carter to the bakery on time as it is, or 2) I could stay home and change Grayson, which would mean I would not have time to drop him off at Judy's first, so I would have to take him with me to drop off Carter. We could always walk across the street to Safeway and spend the hour there, though, until Carter is done at 10:30 because there would be no point in driving back home to turn around 15 minutes later and drive back. Then, once it's 10:30, I can drive them both to Judy's and then, finally, head into work.
I opted to leave his diaper and just drive him to Judy's. I get there, and she doesn't look well. She has also been fighting a bit of a sore throat since Monday. I said to her, "what's wrong?" and she said, "nothing." But she sounded much worse like her cold had really picked up. I said, "well you don't sound very good!" And she said, "no and I've been throwing up all night too."
Alright.
Well, I can't leave my kids with her when she's got flu, both because I don't want it at my house and also because I don't think it's fair that she should have to work when she's ill.
But now, I am basically running late to get Carter to preschool, AND I have a baby with a poopy diaper who is now going to have to sit in it for at least another 20 minutes while I Get Carter there and drive back home. Also, I now have to drive back home immediately after dropping Carter off to change Grayson and then turn right back around to pick up Carter. Awesome.
Also, this means that I didn't have a babysitter for the day. On my way to drop Carter off, I called my Grandma who said that she could come over, but her and my grandpa had an appointment and, though she didn't know how long it would take, they would come over afterwards. So I did manage to get into work... for like an hour. And then work wasn't so great.
But it was a day. I survived and lived to bitch about it here. The truth is, it wasn't all bad. Here's why:
1. Because of the shitty string of events, I ended up spending much of the day with my boys. At one point, we spent an hour outside. They played, while I de-planted my planters. The weather was glorious and we had a nice hour together outside.
2. My therapy appointment today. I just love my therapist. She's the perfect fit for me and provides me a great deal of clarity on issues that I am confused about in my life. And she really makes me feel like I'm beating the hell out of this anxiety. So take that!
3. After I got the kids to bed (late because of gymnastics), I had a hot bath and watched some of the 3rd presidential debate. It's like watching shitty reality TV. It's just so ridiculous and yet I can't bring myself to look away.
Anxiety win:
The kids went to their gymnastics class, despite the fact that I feel like the flu is everywhere at the moment and I wish to God that they didn't like it so much. But they do. So I go. And I watch and wave and cheer like the crazy ass mom that I am.
Peace Out!
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