What Is With This Day?

Ever have one of those days that starts out awful and just gets weird?

So this morning all of our kids were up by 6am. Joy.

I got the older two to preschool and took Penny with me to get an oil change.

Turns out our car needed a lot of other stuff too. So that wound up costing $400.

I went to pick up Abby since she gets out of school a while before Nick does, but when I got there the teachers said Nick was really upset. They thought he had a hangnail because he wouldn’t let them get a good look at his finger. It was actually a 2 inch long splinter that was jammed all the way underneath his fingernail, all the way down to the cuticle. Ouch!

Luckily one of the other preschool moms is a nurse and she got it out, but it took me and the preschool director holding him down to get it out. (Thanks again Renee and Michele!)

It was actually kind of cute afterwards because he was really excited to get to wear a bandaid on his finger just like daddy. (Eddie smashed his finger trying to fix our garage door opener last week.)

When it was time to take Nick home I told him he could have anything he wanted for lunch since he had a rough day. He picked Burger King so we went through the drive-thu and brought it home.

Then the dog ate his chicken nuggets and he cried some more. (He still had a few so it wasn’t a complete tragedy.)

In the mean time the baby had a huge diaper blowout.

Then Nick informed me he’d had an accident. The poop kind.

Thankfully, then everyone took a nap for a little while.

After getting changed after nap time because they still wear pull-ups to sleep, neither Nick or Abby wanted to wear pants. I’m way too tired to fight about it. So Nick is running around in toy Story underwear and Abby is wearing a pull-up and a turtleneck. And one sock. It’s a fashion statement.

Then my pantsless children started having a very loud conversation through the window with someone who was apparently standing at our front door.

The loud conversation woke up the baby, so I took a crying baby to the door where a young man, maybe 19 or so, politely said to me, “Hello, ma’am, I was wondering if you’d be interested in my meat today?”

“Um, I’m sorry, what?” (Mostly naked children still hopping up and down and yelling from the top of the steps)

He pointed down the block to a truck he was driving. Apparently he was a meat delivery man and was finished his deliveries and offering to sell me his left-over meat at half price.

I’m sorry, I don’t buy meat from strangers selling it out of the backs of trucks. Especially when the big pitch is that it’s the meat no one else wanted. Did we really wake the baby up for this?

“uh no thanks. I just went to the grocery store yesterday.”

Then I went to the top of the steps and found the dog eating the Lincoln Logs, which were now in a million tiny pieces. Because, really, what I wanted to deal with today was more splinters.

I’m not complaining because I have way too much to be grateful for this week. Like our time with Eddie’s parents who took us all out to lunch yesterday. Our settlement on Friday. The church’s clothing exchange on Saturday where I always find a few nice things for my kids. Being in a position to not have to buy meat out of the back of a truck. Those kinds of things.

But this one?
She goes to the highest bidder.