We all have this kind of days, I think.
From the moment we get up we know it’s going to be rough.
I knew that this morning when my son woke up at 5:30ish, screaming and inconsolable from what seems to be a bout of teething. Tried to lay him next to me in bed, and against me while rocking him slightly… he wanted none of that.
It was just before 6 when we finally went outside and I carried him in my arms for a little stroll in the neighborhood, dog in tow. In our pajamas. It was surprisingly cool (considering we were expecting and indeed reached over 95 degrees!).
I’m so sore from my Sunday run, I still climb the stairs with difficulty, but going down is worse. Why is it that the second day after a hard run hurts the most?
Around 8, I’m yawning my way to work, opening up the windows and turning the music up to keep me alert. It’s a nice day, too bad it’s just not my day.
I failed at every attempt!
Located a new grocery store 2 miles from the office to run some errands at lunch, got nowhere (especially nowhere safe, Baltimore is notorious for its bad pockets). Branched off to find another, hit city traffic in the lunch hour. BAD CHOICE!
Arrived at the next location, realized they don’t have free parking, so here I am feeding the meter. Then I get in to realize the checkout lines are so long, I’m never going to make it. I’ve stopped looking at my watch but I just know my next conference call is creeping up on me.
I leave the grocery store, without groceries. And hit the first place I could find that would deliver decent food in minutes. I settled for Mexican. But there is more, I spend $9.90 on a lunch-size portion of chicken quesadilla. Downtown Baltimore, baby, the price to pay!
Ended up wolfing down my food in the car, while waiting for my conference call to start, and make sure I’d spend every minute I wasted in the meter.
My quick errand for lunch took me roughly an hour… Including the 20-minute conference call. I hate wasting time and money!
When I return, the office lot is full once again, and of course there is another event (except it looks like baseball this time), and it takes me forever to find a decent spot, and parallel park between two guys (of course guys!) that conveniently parked 20 yards away from the curb.
And just to wrap this up? I’ve got to rewrite yesterday’s post, it came out totally wrong. I’m not happy about it… but tonight? I’m not going there.
I have to catch up on sending letters and pictures of my vacation to my grand-parents back in France. The without-Internet kind. They are craving for more pictures of my little boy… If I lived closer, I would have totally hooked them up.
It makes me sad when my grandma tells me she’d like to understand “it” all, and be able to have access to this infinite pit of information that everyone cannot stop talking about. She doesn’t have the Internet, she doesn’t know how to use a computer. She feels left out. My family tried to set her up. But she needs someone to hold her hand. So now? I’m off to write letters on paper and send photos on paper.
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You are right…we all have these kind of days…and you are handling it beautifully! What a nice way to end your day. There is something about composing a letter in your own handwriting that makes it special-for you and your grandparents. And photos included? Even better!
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Thank you, thank you.
You are too sweet. I love the idea of you writing letters and sending real photos. In French? I’m always so impressed with being bilingual. I try but fail regularly. My last post included. It did not go over nearly as well as I thought it would. I guess it is just too touchy of a subject. And then a friend of the family died, so I have not felt like writing anything new. Oh well, live and learn. And then try again.
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You know what’s sad? I was not able to take 5 minutes out of my busy work day to walk across the street and buy stamps… My letter is still on my desk at work… I guess there is indeed tomorrow, ehehe!
I read your post, the one that you thought you failed. I thought it was very thought provoking, so in that regards, it totally worked!
Sorry to hear about your loss, take care and come back when you are ready. (and that’s right, live and learn)
I know this kind of day – I had/have this kind of day. It’s like one after another & it’s exhausting, physically & emotionally. So sending you hugs from here. Also, thanks for reminding me, it’s time for me to send some photos of my kids to my father (he’s also not an internet savvy person).
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Thanks for the hugs, today went by so fast, I did not have any time for self pity. Truth is, today was a much better day. But leaving my son at day care in the morning gets only harder. It’s tough being a momma!
Letters to family usually makes someone’s day. That’s why I love it. Actually for my grandma, I’m pretty sure it makes her week whenever she gets a letter from me. I like to bring her that tiny bit of joy!
Boy, don’t we all have those days? It’s always nice to know that we aren’t the only ones though. I hope tomorrow makes up for it!!
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Sounds like you are one busy lady. My little man is teething too and when I try to comfort him, there is much body stiffening and thrashing his head back. This has produced a significant amount of injuries, which just intensifies his screams.
Have you thought about printing your blog off weekly for your Grandma to read and mailing it? It may be something she could regularly look forward to and feel included in her own way? Just a thought!
Teething was in full swing last night, which delayed my latest post (just out now!)… Hey, it’s okay life will come in the way of blogging
For my son either, my comfort does not seem to ease the pain. I feel so bad!
My whole family is francophone, my blog will not tell her much at all… I wish I could do that!