Yesterday afternoon Will kept on bugging me about wanting to watch the Wiggles and I told him if he asked me one more time, the answer would be no. He asked me again, so I said no Wiggles today. He had a tantrum. I told him no Wiggles tomorrow, either. He kicked the kitchen trashcan, hard. I said no Wiggles on Thursday. (This is as much of a punishment for me as it is him, because the Wiggles keep him out of my hair while I'm fixing dinner and cleaning out backpacks). It deteriorated to a shouting match (well, I was shouting, he was screaming). Micahel was in his room doing his homework, but Will kept crashing into his door and making it burst open. I told him if he did it again he was going to lose his drums. He, of course, did it again, so I put his drums on the closet shelf, which prompted another fit.
I had to be at the city school's Central Offices to set up for the 0-5 News awards dinner at 5:30. I had washed this sweater I wanted to wear but it wasn't dry, so I had to find something else to wear. All of my nicer clothes (ie, stuff I rarely wear) is too big and because I rarely wear it, I didn't know it didn't fit. My most decent pair of jeans that I can wear with my boots was dirty so I had to wear another pair that didn't look so good. My hair looked like shit, but I was trying to do something with it at 5:30 when I was supposed to BE THERE. I finally gave up, jumped in the car and zoomed over there, until I got behind someone trying to turn left onto Scott Boulevard, with traffic at a standstill. Finally that idiot went, and I got onto Scott, and it took me ten minutes to travel the two or three blocks to the Central Office.
Setup for the dinner went fine, the dinner itself was fine and pretty fun, the kids were great and the winning media entries were very entertaining. We didn't get home until close to 8:30 and both boys were tired and hence uncooperative. We skipped baths and just got them into bed. At 9:15 I was realizing that laundry was backed up, lunches were not made, Michael's homework folder & contents were scattered throughout his room. I put off the lunches til today, packed up the folder myself, and loaded the washer. I fell asleep reading about 10:30. I had a horrible dream about being at a high-rise hotel and Will falling over the railing - I was at the adjacent building and saw him fall over and down. In my dream I tried to scream but no sound came out.
Lee did not get me up until 7:00 which is way too late to avoid a rushed morning. I got up and first thing asked Michael if he would eat hot lunch today so I wouldn't have to pack his lunch and he said no.
I went down to pack lunches and there was no bread so I had to go out to the garage and get another loaf from the other fridge. I got the lunches packed, ate an egg and a piece of sausage and drank one cup of coffee. I threw on my yoga clothes and put my contacts in, then got Will dressed. Why is it when we have to go somewhere, he goes in his room, shuts the door, and begins entertaining himself like a dream? Why can't he do that after school??
I pulled out of the driveway, but Will was still not buckled, so I sat there and waited and he still didn't buckle so I had to get out and do it for him.
We got in the doors of school at 8:00 on the dot. The kitchen was a mess when I got home, so I cleaned it up, started the laundry, loaded the dishwasher and set it to start after the wash finished, made two beds, fed the hermit crabs, drank another cup of coffee, checked my email, and packaged up something I sold on eBay.
Yesterday I got a used Wiggles dvd that I bought on Amazon. It is not the one I ordered, but instead of sending it back, I'll keep it IF it plays, which I'm not sure about, because it looks a little scratched. Since Will has lost Wiggles and TV privileges through Friday, I put it in to make sure it plays so I can complain to the seller. So I had the Wiggles as my soundtrack this morning.
I got an email from a guy who wants to come buy the mattresses we advertised on Craigslist; he wanted to come at lunch so I sent Lee an email asking him to come home at lunch so that I wouldn't be there alone with some stranger. I was going to yoga at 9:30 so I wanted to be able to tell the guy yes or no before I left. Half an hour went by, no reply. I emailed agian, then finally called. They've got a new phone system, so I can no longer call him directly and no one answered the main number.
Finally, right before I was about to leave, he replied and said he'd come home for lunch.
I got to yoga at 9:27; the instructor didn't show so Cheryl, the YogaKids instructor who usually takes the hot classes taught the class with minimal instruction. All things considered, it was a pretty decent class. The high point of my day was pushing up into a great backbend after the closing savasana. I got up good and high, scooted my feet so they weren't so far splayed out, and stayed there for six breaths.
Because we got started late, I didn't leave the studio until 11:20 and the mattress guy said he wanted to come between 12-1 so I rushed home. I wanted to practice my surya namaskars, which I did - my arms seemed stronger today and my chatarangas were easier. I was also able to jump back and up, though I just have to DO IT and not think about it, otherwise it doesn't happen.
I rushed through my shower, and Lee got home for lunch and grumbled that there was nothing to eat. I said "did you get your paycheck?" and he said "Oh. I forgot to ask for it." Then he said he had a meeting at 1:30 he was going to right from lunch, which meant there was no hope of getting it in the bank before 2:00. Which means that the $10 that is in there right now is what we have until Friday morning.
So he sat there and ate his lunch and did the crossword puzzle while I unloaded the dishwasher and put everything away and started dinner (veggie sloppy joes in the crockpot).
Lee was getting ready to leave at 1:15 and the mattress guy hadn't come so I called him. He said "oh, I had a meeting at 11:30 so I couldn't come."
I went to Big Lots to buy myself a damn alarm clock so I don't have to depend on Lee to get me up on time in the morning, but they didn't have any. I wanted to stop and get a cup of coffee on the way to get Will but I didn't have time.
We were going to stay on the Oakhurst playground until 3:30, but Will whacked another kid with a stick so I made him apologize and then said we had to leave. He, of course, threw a fit as if he wasn't the cause of it all.
He also rolled around in the grass and was absolutely covered in dried grass clippings, which if they are not still stuck to him are in my car and in his room.
Lee called and said he had gotten his paycheck, so we went by his office to get it, Will sobbing all the while and asking if he could watch the Wiggles when we got home. I reminded him that he could not unti Friday, which started another fit.
I got the paycheck deposited without incident, but when I got home I realized that I forgot about the package I was supposed to have mailed today.
When I came in and checked my email, my desktop weather informed me that there is a fucking winter storm warning for tomorrow. Which likely means school will be closed.
I checked on my veggie sloppy joes and I'm not sure they will be done on time. I doubled the recipe and it's cooking really slowly even though I've had it on high.
Will asked me for about ten different things he knew I wasn't going to fix him for snack, and whined after I said no to each one.
I have been shouting at them both and I hate myself for it.
Goddess, I hope the guy shows up tonight to buy the damn mattresses, I hope that school is NOT closed, and I hope tomorrow is a better day.
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