just another day in the life

that was a very long 6 hours.
hello bed, hello laptop :)

7:30am
kev brings chloe into the room after giving her a bottle.
chloe starts horsing around and wakes up moses who somehow ended up in our bed.

(excuse me, moses is yelling in his bed...)

7:40am
i drag my butt to the living room couch and pass out while chloe roams around the floor.
moses joins us shortly.  kev kisses us goodbye and heads out for work.

8:40am
i get up and realize it's 8:40am and wonder how the hell an hour went by.
i put my gameface on and take a deep breath before starting my 6 hour marathon.

9:20am
we have eaten breakfast, gotten dressed (sans make up), threw my wallet, a pack of crackers and a juicebox in the diaper bag and head to the car.

the goal was to hit up
SIX CENT PRESS to pick up buttons all the way at Victoria and Powell (east east van)
&
PRINTPRINT to pick up my reprints since i idiotically gave them the wrong dimensions the other week argh argh argh (downtown east side)
BEFORE HEADING TO
11am DR APPT for chloe's 9 month (all the way on the west side)

i did it.  and only lightly scathed.  it is hard to explain to a non-parent how car-rides are stressful even when the children are well-behaved.  they don't understand that for the entire trip your mind goes into full on OCD mode:
ARE THEY GOING TO CRY?  NOW?  NOW???  HOW ABOUT NOW???
ARE THEY GOING TO FALL ASLEEP?
WHAT IF THEY FALL ASLEEP?  HOW LONG WILL THEY SLEEP?
GOD PLEASE LET CHLOE FALL ASLEEP, BUT ONLY FOR THIS LONG OR ELSE BY THE TIME WE GET HOME SHE WON'T GO TO SLEEP!
MOSES, STOP FREAKING OUT, CHLOE IS SLEEPING AND I NEED HER TO SLEEP RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IF SHE DOESN'T SHE'LL FALL ASLEEP TOO LATE AND NOT SLEEP AT HOME!
MOSES, STOP FREAKING OUT BECAUSE I'M SCARED IF CHLOE WAKES UP SHE WILL START CRYING!

10:15am
i was so lucky to not run into any traffic.  i found the buttons place easily and they were prepaid so i was in and out in 30 seconds and off to PrintPrint.  found parking right in front and ran in.  unfortunately, they only printed 3 of the 4 prints.  i ended up having to ask the manager if he would be able to print the missing ones within an hour since i had to drive all the way from Tsawwassen.  he said he would do just that and not to worry so i ran out to the car, frustrated, annoyed, semi-relieved, and a little worried that i would come all the way back to be told "oops they aren't ready".

my feelings were interrupted as i approached the car only to be verbally accosted by some girl freaking out at a security guy that the kids were in the car.  "ARE YOU THE MOM??!!  ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID!  HOW CAN YOU LEAVE YOUR BABIES IN THE CAR?!!  THAT IS SOOOO IRRESPONSIBLE!!!!"  omg.  as if i was even going to say ANYTHING to this nutjob.

MOMCLUB.  first rule of MOMCLUB: mind your own effing business.
(that goes for you Starbuck's barista telling me nicotine is worse than cocaine when pregnant....)

i was even more rattled by this as i buckled up and drove away.  i actually think that as i ran like hell to avoid her, i saw her possibly taking a photo of my license plate or possibly calling 911.

i was parked 2 cars down from the store.  had they not forgotten that order,  i would have been IN and OUT in less than a minute instead of 4 minutes.    also the car is locked and the alarm would go off in the event that anyway would decide on whim to break into a car in front of a security guard and somehow manage to remove the carseats or figure out the buckles on the kids.  it is not as if i parked in a dark dank sketchy parkade 2 blocks away.

i felt horrible having not packed much in terms of food for the kids.  i was in so much of a rush to get the hell out the door so i could pick up everything in time for the dr appointment.  they shared half a pack between the two of them and the backseat now looks like cracker hell.  we made it on time, though i freaked out at moses when he started telling me "no parking mommy!  no parking!  no parking mommy, no parking mommy, no parking mommy....".  YES I KNOW THERE IS NO PARKING!  THAT IS WHY WE HAVE BEEN CIRCLING THE BLOCK 10 TIMES!  WE CAN'T PARK THERE BECAUSE MOMMY DOESN'T WANT TO PAY FOR PARKING!  BE QUIET!!!

no shots today.  chloe is
90% - head
90% - height
50% - weight

my doctor is not sure about my knees but thinks it is post- partum changes and just wear and tear of having to take care of the kids 24/7.  she wrote me a prescription if ibuprofen and advil doesn't help.

it is now just after noon when we leave the doctor's office and chloe falls asleep shortly.  moses starts nodding off on the 99 just before the tunnel as per usual.  i don't know what it is about that stretch of highway, but it knocks him out like a handful of sleeping pills everytime!  i keep calling out his name teling him not to fall asleep, but he is groggy and starts kicking and crying at me for shaking his leg to wake him.  kev calls as we are in the tunnel and i ask him if he wants us to stop by since the exit is just on the other side of the tunnel.  he says SURE and so i get moses' attention telling him we are going to visit daddy and he is wide awake.

it was too wet for the park today and we hadn't eaten anything but crackers since 830am so we go for a quick family pho lunch together.  chloe screams and screams.  some guests stare holes into our heads, others laugh as they reminisce their old days with their kids.

we walk back to the car.  my knees are still killing me as i struggle to carry chloe.  i'm yelling at moses every 10 steps to hurry up because my knees are killing me and chloe is heavy.  we get home just after 2pm.  i release my huge bladder that i had been holding since 11am.  i wasn't going to go pee at the doctor's because
1. i would have to bring the kids with me and they would touch everything
2. i would have to leave moses and get scolded by more people and i would have had to hold chloe while on the toilet somehow and she would still touch everything.  hahahah can you imagine if i just let her crawl around the bathroom floor?!!!!

i change two poops.  get them both in pj's.  and here i am, 6 hours later, FINALLY, my break.

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