There are many reasons I should not even be writing this post, but for all of those same reasons, I think I must, for Christopher's sake.
I don't even know how to begin, do I write today's events chronologically or go from worst to worstest, that's how bad today has gone, that I have succumbed to making up words because none can describe. But taking queue from a favorite childhood book, I think the title sums of my feelings quite nicely: Alexander (scratch that an put Whitney) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!
I think I will start at the beginning when I realized late Saturday that I was leaving to visit my bro and his family on Tuesday the 20th and not Wednesday. Now this may not sound too bad, but I like to put things off until the last minute and this was taking an entire day out of my last minute plan, eliminating many things on a not so well written list and putting me into a down word spiral, if it were any other vacation no big deal but I will be out of here for over 4 months.
Anyway, Monday happened that's about as much as I would like to get into right now, I will say that when I picked Bryan up all I could say was that I was a bad mom with a capital B and you know what other word starts with B, well I was one of those too.
Jumping ahead again, 5:00 am Tuesday April 20th we wake up change and pull Christopher out of bed and head directly too the airport, things were looking good, so I thought. Pull up around 5:25 unload and get to Delta desk at 5:30 to find out they had just closed the gates 30 min prior to boarding, what AHHHHHH, can I say that again, AHHHHHHH. The airport security was nooo help, the Lubbock airport is the size of a thimble and no one was willing to take the two steps to the Delta desk to let them know we were there. The airline counter next to us who could go and let them know wouldn't leave their desk, and we were informed there were no phones to let them know anyone was at the front desk. I was there moments before they called boarding, I heard them, but was trapped on the other side. I finally marched over to the Southwest desk and the lady actually did something about it and paged them, hello any other moron at the airport, why did no one else offer that suggestion, I thank you Southwest. Finally a representative attended to us and our options were rebook or leave our luggage with Bryan and take our carry on and ship the rest later, we did that. I ran through security, stripping clothes shoes, and electronics making an absolute scene only to make it through security to have the plane doors shut on us missing our flight by seconds, seconds!
Jumping ahead, I now have an extra couple hours to my day which to some may be a gift but anyone with a 2 year old knows the joy I was looking forward to. Jumping ahead once again, I now have the motivation to clean the kitchen, it has kind of been a tradition for the house to go to complete pot before every vacation leaving a huge mess for Bryan to attend to with any time off he may find. Well, that big mess was facing me and I was cursing because I was not suppose to be there to clean it. I got to work and worked and worked, looked up and Christopher had some how grabbed the bag of pretzels and dumped them, every last crumb and grain of salt every where. But that was not enough for him, he scattered them and crushed them everywhere. The toy box had been dumped and scattered the day before by you know who, left over laundry was out and shoes everywhere!
I swear, if I don't keep up on the house work for even one day, there is practically no getting on top of it, and now pretzels! I began sweeping, all the while, now this is gross even by my standards, but Christopher is chasing me pile to pile eating the pretzels, and when he wasn't doing that he was scattering the piles. Finally the little guy lost interest and disappeared, good, right? The next thing I know he is running in the house crying because what folks...he stepped in dog poop. I rush him back to the bathroom and come to find out he must have tried to clean it up himself because it was on his hands! Enough on that subject, so I go back to my pretzels later to have Christopher jump off the couch and land on a wooden toy box doing some damage to the face. The kid is fast! After lamenting to Bryan, he informed me that while he was blow drying his hair this morning Christopher stuck the toilet paper roll in the sink and clogged it as he turned the water on, right under Bryan's nose. Ahhhhhg, Back to pretzels, I think I get them mostly up only because Christopher has decided to dump the dog food into the water dish for the hundredth time, I will never know the obsession. Well, that was just a couple hours worth of one day, but it was my Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!
Anyway, Monday happened that's about as much as I would like to get into right now, I will say that when I picked Bryan up all I could say was that I was a bad mom with a capital B and you know what other word starts with B, well I was one of those too.
Jumping ahead again, 5:00 am Tuesday April 20th we wake up change and pull Christopher out of bed and head directly too the airport, things were looking good, so I thought. Pull up around 5:25 unload and get to Delta desk at 5:30 to find out they had just closed the gates 30 min prior to boarding, what AHHHHHH, can I say that again, AHHHHHHH. The airport security was nooo help, the Lubbock airport is the size of a thimble and no one was willing to take the two steps to the Delta desk to let them know we were there. The airline counter next to us who could go and let them know wouldn't leave their desk, and we were informed there were no phones to let them know anyone was at the front desk. I was there moments before they called boarding, I heard them, but was trapped on the other side. I finally marched over to the Southwest desk and the lady actually did something about it and paged them, hello any other moron at the airport, why did no one else offer that suggestion, I thank you Southwest. Finally a representative attended to us and our options were rebook or leave our luggage with Bryan and take our carry on and ship the rest later, we did that. I ran through security, stripping clothes shoes, and electronics making an absolute scene only to make it through security to have the plane doors shut on us missing our flight by seconds, seconds!
Jumping ahead, I now have an extra couple hours to my day which to some may be a gift but anyone with a 2 year old knows the joy I was looking forward to. Jumping ahead once again, I now have the motivation to clean the kitchen, it has kind of been a tradition for the house to go to complete pot before every vacation leaving a huge mess for Bryan to attend to with any time off he may find. Well, that big mess was facing me and I was cursing because I was not suppose to be there to clean it. I got to work and worked and worked, looked up and Christopher had some how grabbed the bag of pretzels and dumped them, every last crumb and grain of salt every where. But that was not enough for him, he scattered them and crushed them everywhere. The toy box had been dumped and scattered the day before by you know who, left over laundry was out and shoes everywhere!
I swear, if I don't keep up on the house work for even one day, there is practically no getting on top of it, and now pretzels! I began sweeping, all the while, now this is gross even by my standards, but Christopher is chasing me pile to pile eating the pretzels, and when he wasn't doing that he was scattering the piles. Finally the little guy lost interest and disappeared, good, right? The next thing I know he is running in the house crying because what folks...he stepped in dog poop. I rush him back to the bathroom and come to find out he must have tried to clean it up himself because it was on his hands! Enough on that subject, so I go back to my pretzels later to have Christopher jump off the couch and land on a wooden toy box doing some damage to the face. The kid is fast! After lamenting to Bryan, he informed me that while he was blow drying his hair this morning Christopher stuck the toilet paper roll in the sink and clogged it as he turned the water on, right under Bryan's nose. Ahhhhhg, Back to pretzels, I think I get them mostly up only because Christopher has decided to dump the dog food into the water dish for the hundredth time, I will never know the obsession. Well, that was just a couple hours worth of one day, but it was my Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!
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