Tue 16 Oct 2007
Tell Me It Will Get Better
Posted by Liza under Personal, The Real Live Boy
It is 9:46 am.
I am spending 5 minutes at work blogging, because if I don’t get this out of my system, I won’t be able to focus at all anyway.
So far, today sucks.
- I overslept
- Noah underslept
- Therefore I didn’t get to finish and post my already-late Blog Day of Action: Environmentalism post.
- Noah had a tantrum about not being allowed to play outside at 6:15 am. The tantrum was a doozie, among his top 10 so far.
- We couldn’t find the pants we wanted Noah to wear for picture day. How do you lose pants?
- Then he wouldn’t get up to go to day care, so we had a mini-meltdown over leaving the choo-choos.
- After I got him wrestled into the carseat, I found that my car wouldn’t start. So I had to re-load him into the other carseat in the other car.
- The car not starting was actually part 2 of my car dying; last night, it wouldn’t start after I dropped him off at day care. With the help of our very nice neighbor Wes, we got it started late last night and Jill drove it around to recharge the battery. I guess that didn’t work.
- Because of picture day, daycare wasn’t doing breakfast on arrival this morning. Good idea, sort of. Except for the part where the toddlers are hungry and don’t like having their routines disrupted.
- Then Jill took me to the MARTA.
- The machine ate my $23.
- It took 10 minutes for the machine to quit pretending that it was going to give me my 10-trip card and my change.
- It took another 10 minutes for the stationmaster to do the paperwork to let me get a refund.
- At least there was no line at the refund office. At a completely different station.
- We don’t know what we’re going to do about getting my car fixed. Neither of us has time to deal with it today.





October 16th, 2007 at 10:10 am
Ugh, ugh, ugh! What a hellacious morning. It HAS to get better because there’s not much of anywhere to go but up. Good luck WRT your car.
October 16th, 2007 at 12:40 pm
sending you warm thoughts and wishes for reappearing pants (I lose mine all the time - no, not like THAT - because I am a slob… but I know this is not a word that can accurately be applied to you!)
October 16th, 2007 at 1:22 pm
I HATE HAVING TO DEAL WITH CARS! Hate it.
Here’s hoping things magically get taken care of on their own.
October 16th, 2007 at 1:30 pm
Is it bad that I think I’m more mad (madder?)at the fact that I had all the knowledge and skill to get the car started last night, and because of stupid Chrysler design, the “positive” part of the battery was hidden and locked away tighter than gold at Ft. Knox and so we STILL had to call Wes???!!!
October 16th, 2007 at 1:30 pm
It will get better. Noah will outgrow tantrums, the pants will reappear, the pictures will be cute (because pictures of Noah always are), and the car will run again. Not necessarily in that order.
October 16th, 2007 at 1:54 pm
Yeah, I didn’t even get into the hell of last night trying to fix the car, to which Jill alludes.
Let me just say that SEABRINGS SUCK. The way you reach their battery? Through the wheel well! You have to remove a panel INSIDE the wheel well to connect jumper cables.
What dumbass thought of that? It’s impossible to do without tools in the dark, which is, of course, when you most desperately need your car to start working again, dammit.
I did use the best ParentHacks.com hack ever, though. The car was somewhere between 1/4 and 1/2 mile from home. So when Jill got back, I called her cell phone, and then left my phone on Noah’s dresser while we took her phone with us to deal with my car. That way we could hear anything that might happen and rush back if necessary. FWIW, Noah coughed a couple of times, and several airplanes flew overhead.
October 16th, 2007 at 2:47 pm
First off, Wow, sister, what a hellacious alignment of the planets of doom. Second off, THANK YOU for sharing this because I can prop my beloved in front of it and help her shake off her Yesterday, which was hellacious in its own way. Third off, thanks for the parent hack! Brilliant, simply brilliant!
Hope the rest of the week’s swimmingly fabulous, since you seem to have corralled seven days worth of misery into one 24 hr. period.