Last night I was thinking about how I have nothing to blog about. I haven’t gone to drastic lengths for blog fodder since the baked laptop incident (see how far I’ll go to entertain you people?) Luckily, the universe ponied up and sent me the most craptacular day I’ve had in awhile.
The day began with me waiting for a house appraiser. He was supposed to be here at 8am. I told work I might be a half hour late. At 8:30am, I left him a message, livid that I’d taken time off work and he still wasn’t here. He phoned back 10 minutes later to tell me “something came up.” What the fuck comes up at 8am exactly? Methinks he slept in. I was over an hour late for work and had to reschedule the bloody appraisal.
Then, right after lunch, I see the daycare’s number show up on my call display. Fantastic. Arlo has a high fever. So I had to take the train to Jason’s work, where my car is parked, and pull him out of a client appointment to tell me what floor of the 10-floor parkade the car was on. While I’m running to his office, I wonder, what else is going to happen today? Perhaps I’ll get hit by lightening in the approaching storm? Maybe the tornadoesqe winds will pick me off my feet? Or I’ll get stuck in the elevator on the way to his office?
Naturally on my way out of the parkade, I got stuck behind some douchebag who couldn’t figure out how to pay at the machine. Do we need to start making people pass IQ tests before they park so I’m not stuck behind their insufferable selves while they curse at the ticket machine? Seriously! Can we all please get our shit together? It’s a good thing I’m not bitter about any of this. Heh.
By the time I get to my red-cheeked son, it’s 45 minutes later and I’m in tears. He looks like he’s taken some bad drugs - all glassy-eyed and tired. He’s sleeping now, but the fever seems to be going down. When he’s conscious he’s a charming mixture of clingy and screamy. Poor thing. Elliot and I are watching what’s sure to be the first of many encore performances of High School Musical 2. Save me!
Cross your fingers that the day doesn’t hold any other surprises for moi, like projectile vomiting or diarrhea poonamis . I could use a little boredom at the moment.
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On an entirely unrelated note, due to said boredom and the very persuasive nature of 4 women I adore, I’ve done the unthinkable and joined Twitter. Are you there? I’m still not entirely sure I get it. I’m feeling like quite the dork over there, really. So would you mind helping me feel like less of a loser and following me (you know, if the site stops crashing every 5 seconds - honestly, what is up with that?) I’m here: http://twitter.com/PootAndCubby Thanks, peeps.
Oh no! That sounds pretty sucktacular.
I hope things get better.
Gak!
Suckitude, indeed. Hope Arlo is better soon.
ps - I’m following you on twitter now!
Of all the days. Twitter can’t even behave for you.
my fingers are crossed that your day gets better.
but yay for being on twitter!
Oh do I understand those days well. Yikes, do I ever.
Days like that are the worst. I hope Arlo is feeling better and I hope tomorrow is less sucky!
Oh no you didn’t just make me start Twittering.
I twitter. And now I twitter you.
I like to check it two or three times a day. I kind of get a little confused by the good folks who literally tweet 100s of times per day? I finally just take them off my list…their like spam.
But I follow your 4 favorite ladies too, and every so often they even ‘tweet’ me back! Which is cool if nothing else?
I’m off to ‘tweet’ to you.
Those days seem to come out of nowhere! Sort of nice that all the crappy stuff happens all at once, though, right? heh.
P.S. I’m following you. And if it makes you feel any better, you just started (though I didn’t get much of a head start on you), and you already have more followers than I do.
Yes - I know….didn’t I just post about this whole “be careful what you wish for thing” 2 weeks ago….
Poor Mr. Arlo. My wish for you is a sleep-filled night - for the entire family.
And tweet tweet. You twitter-ho.
Clingy and screamy. Nice. You need a very calm day to make up for that one.
And that appraiser? Something came up? Original. Bet he really had to dig deep to come up with that excuse.
Hope Arlo’s feeling better. And you, too.
I’ve already been sucked into the blogosphere with gusto; I cannot, I repeat cannot, add twitter to my plate, lest I totally ignore my children. With gusto.
Here’s to hoping tomorrow will be much less craptastic!
I hope you kick the appraiser in the balls when you see him. Actually that would be a bad idea.
Mostly I hope that Arlo gets well for his sake and yours.
Oh my co-Twitterho, how I am so happy you caved along with me.
I hope Arlo feels better soon. It’s so hard when they are sick.
p.s. I hope Arlo feels better soon.
Ugh, that sucks dude. I hope Arlo and everything else in the universe is better today.
On another note, my children were also watching HSM2 yesterday, mostly because Til can’t stop singing that it’s summertime song from the beginning since yesterday was her first day of summer vacation. I did not however, suffer through it with them. My heart goes out to you.
poor arlo. i hate it when the lil ones get sick, because they have no clue why they feel so ucky. i usually give my daughter frozen fruit juice or pedialyte- she thinks it’s a popsicle! as a treat to offset the fact she feels like that.
**sending him lots of hugs and kisses**
(also, smuggling you a bit of valium to get through those HSM marathons- i think i’d prefer a sick baby AND hubby to that lol)
on a side note, having never heard of twitter (yes, the rock i live under is comfy and spacious), i clicked on your link…. ten minutes later, the page STILL hasn’t loaded. server error, not internet- i have cox high-speed. thinking there are going to be some “sucktacular” blogs about that, too!
May you have a “diarrhea poonami”-free day. (*still giggling the word poonami*)
I hate days like that. And it always seems to be the Moms who have to deal with the fallout. We should totally get paid overtime.
Poonami just kills me! Hope he’s feeling better!
I’m so sorry. I have NEVER heard of a poonami and I’m still dying over here. You should have seen me trying to sound it out for a few seconds.
Oh wow.
Hope it settles soon. With no, er, inclement pooweather incidents.
Hey, Andi,
I hope that Arlo is all better by now. Your day did suck, but dang if it didn’t make an entertaining post. Poonami! I love that.
OK, so I *am* technically on Twitter, but I haven’t really announced it, only ever Twittered two or three times, and when I did I’m pretty sure a giant “L” for loser magically appeared on my forehead. So I’ve never done it since.
Parkade? Is that a really word?