Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

12.20.2004

Day from hell

This has been the day from hell. I hate these kinds of days.

I was busy this morning preparing last minute packages that needed to be mailed and take to Army of Dad so he could UPS them from his work. I actually screwed up one address, which sucked, but we got it fixed. I had to mail a couple USPS because they were going to post office boxes and UPS won't deliver to a PObox. Anyway. So, I did that with two kids in tow. Then, we went to have lunch with Army of Dad in Plano. The baby fell asleep, so I had to wake her up and she never finished her nap after that. We return back to our hometown and battled the mall traffic. I hate that, by the way. I freaking hate shopping the week or two before Christmas and that is one reason why I do all my shopping before December comes around. Well, I had a few last minute things to pick up including this book my eldest wants REALLY bad. So, I went to search for it to no avail. No one is helping me and I try to call Uzz and I can't get a signal in the Barnes and Noble. That pissed me off, too. I was getting more and more antsy when Hot Rod decides that I'm on the phone, I'll pull that "I'm going to do whatever I want to" shit because she's on the phone and won't do anything. I almost killed him right there in the store. No book there. We go to the next place, Best Buy. Pick up needed item there. The tag it was hanging on said "instant $2 rebate" but when I paid for it, nothing. So, I have to go back and get in line at the customer service desk. The lines are jacked, at best, and people keep cutting and I can feel my blood pressure rising again and again. Finally get my $2.17. Walk down to Michael's to get a couple of things there. I forgot to get Army of Dad some goodies he needed, so I'll be going back out tonight for them. We head to Brookshire's to get groceries. The kids are hungry, so I break out some chocolate chip cookies for them. We come home and I unload the groceries when the Christian rehab calls.

*sigh* Gets even better here. I get to hear how my brother resented me my whole life because my parents did more for me than they did for him. I get to hear about these bad things that happened to him and then he springs on me that he was hurt that I didn't name one of my two sons after him. WTF? He has treated me like shit my entire adult life and I'm supposed to want to name my kids after him? Seriously. That one blew me away. Anyway.

Pickle comes home and his dad accidentally spilled coffee on my crappy-ass slipcover for the couch, so that is one more pain in the ass that I have to deal with. I need to sweep, mop, clean and bake four banana breads for Army of Dad's coworkers.

Tuesday I will be gone all day. Pickle has a specialist appointment at 9:30 a.m. in Cowtown. Then I'm going for the job interview at 3:30. I'll take the kiddos to my mom's house while I do that. I just don't know what to do. I guess I'll get some info tomorrow.

I'll be glad when this day is over. I normally wouldn't be so worried about things, but Wednesday I'm having my surgery and I know I'll be out of it Wednesday and Thursday. I'm anxious, too, about the surgery. I know all will be well, but it is always scary to go under anesthesia and them messing with my foot is scary, too. Sort of attached to my right foot.

Off to sweep and mop. *sigh*

3 Comments:

  • At 12:39 AM, December 21, 2004, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey, I'll trade you my Wednesday for yours, straight across...deal?

    Good luck, and God Bless with yours, kiddo.

     
  • At 2:39 AM, December 21, 2004, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Touche' Bane. I would gladly walk on glass and fire for my children ... so, going under the knife for me is nothing compared to having to watch your sweet little boy endure the pain that lies ahead. But, take comfort in knowing that it will not be endured in vain.

    Another little aside, it is better to deal with this stuff when they're little than when they're older. Trust me. That is from experience. My childhood cancer was in my face and I looked like the Elephant Man on one side of my face. It was awful. But, I was 7 and I didn't really care. Had that happened to me later in life - even today - I'd be a basket case. So, please take comfort in knowing that you're doing the best for your kiddo. Good luck!

     
  • At 2:39 AM, December 21, 2004, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    And thanks Kat. I may call you on that!

     

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