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My Life Thus Far
2007-10-10 03:42:11 (UTC)

My Rationality Button Is Broken

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Failure is inevitable. Success is elusive.

Steven Spielberg

http://www.amusingquotes.com/h/s/Steven_Spielberg_1.htm

I had good intentions for today. I was going to get up and
drop the girls off. Clean the house up a little. Hang some
pictures. Wait for my washer and dryer, then finish my
laundry. Absolutely nothing went the way I wanted it to
and I blame pregnancy hormones for my reaction.

Instead of a leisurely morning, I realized that Kiki had
therapy at 8:43am. Therapy starts at 9am, so I had to
rush. Kiki got there 15 minutes late and I had to pretend
I didn't notice her therapist's condescending look. I came
home to hopefully get a few pictures hung, but instead I
spaced out (on the computer, I won't lie) and ended up
FORGETING about Kiki! I looked at the little clock in the
right corner of the computer screen and it said 10:36am!
Kiki gets out of therapy at 10:30am and I like to get
there 5 minutes early to sing the good-bye song with her.
I raced out the door with tears in my eyes, because all I
really want to do is cry and feeling like a horrible
mother didn't help. Thankfully, Kiki can't tell time and
didn't seem to notice I was late. Some of the other
mothers were talking with the therapist, so I slipped in
unnoticed. I think.

After dropping Kiki off at daycare, I came home to wait
for the delivery people. The got here around 11:30am, but
it wasn't all good news. Apparently it wasn't the dryer's
fault it wasn't drying. There's an obstruction in the
dryer vent, so even my new one isn't working! I called
housing to see if they could come fix it, but they won't
even call me back with a time, because it isn't an
emergency. It'll probably be 3 or 4 days before they get
around to it. That made me want to cry too. Actually, I
did cry about that.

So, from that point on my day sucked. I couldn't bring
myself to do anything. I didn't even feel like hanging
pictures anymore. So, I plopped down in Jason's leather
recliner, ate chocolate and watched A Baby Story marathons
on TLC. That was a bad idea. It was a crying fest for
about 3 hours until Snookums got home. I know I shouldn't
let things get to me, but for some reason my rationality
button is broken or something. Tomorrow will be a better
day.

I'm going to take a hot bath now. Snookums has promised me
another massage (which was wonderful and really helped me
sleep) and a bowl of Dulce De Leche ice cream. Tonight
should be a good night. Ciao.




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