Today was a day of errands... and up until the end things were going all right. Owen and I got into the car around noon today to get some things done. We went to the gym to cancel my membership (a long story that most can fill in the blanks without me going through it all), get some odds and ends for the house and get groceries (and lunch, of course). Owen was good through most of it. In between stops, when needed, Owen nursed in the back seat of the car.
As usual, he woke up part way through shopping at Trader Joes and insisted on being carried. I think that has happened every time we have shopped there. I don't know why I bother bringing his carseat in... he never stays in it. He really hates being in that carseat unless the car is in motion. It is really hard sometimes since he screams when I put him in there... and that breaks my heart.
After all the day's errands, we came home for a little while before heading to our 5 pm appointment to get the remote start installed in my car (my Valentine's present from Scott). Owen nursed before we left (making us run a bit behind). On our way, we got stuck in a lot of traffic (surprise) and arrived 10 minutes late for our appointment. The guy at Best Buy was really snotty with me and said he may not take me for the installation. I nearly started crying at that point... but it only got worse. After sitting in the car for 10 minutes another guy came back out and said he'd get started. Of course, the 10 minutes of non-movement pushed Owen over the edge and he is wailing at this point. The guy pulled the car into the stall (with me in the back seat) and then asked for the 2nd car key. I didn't bring anything but my key... why would I?! He then said that I needed another key to install the remote start -- all the while Owen is screaming. I have been waiting more than a month for this install and I couldn't get it done. The guy was compassionate about my situation and offered to reschedule for Tuesday. I was pleased for the quick reschedule (considering how long I had to wait for the first appointment). By the end of all this, I got into my car and drove home crying. It was just too much for me.
I was really cranky when I got home. Scott was too from a hard day of work. He, though, took Owen for a little while so I could do other things. And... he made dinner.
After a bit of TV time and better behavior from Owen, I am feeling better. I am going to go to sleep now and hope for a better day tomorrow. Aunt Denise will be here and I hope we can all have a nice time together... bringing each other smiles :)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Sorry to hear about your trying day! The crying is good though...its cathartic in a way. Next time you have to run errands call me and chances are I need to run some too. Parenthood makes us all a little nutty sometimes!
What makes me cry is the fact that you shop at Traitor Joes, an insidious, anti-American organization created by Benedict Arnold shortly before his traitorous defection to the British. Shopping there can only mean you're naught but a blueblooded Tory spy! Ah but fortunately for you, your high ranking membership in the Freemasons carries great weight and I've no doubt you'll beat the charges. If I were you, I'd disappear into the socialite scene of the Philidelphia elite or perhaps take to corn growing and whiskey production in the wilds of Kentucky. Either way, masquerading as a mystic wanderer from the Far East will do nothing but worsen the situation.
Post a Comment