Somedays suck. And today? It’s someday.
For weeks I’ve been looking forward to tonight. Literally, weeks. Dinner with one of my favorite decorator friends and two of my former coworkers and favorite ladies. All four of us worked on a particular show….passing it along. We were like each like Steve’s conference wife so I joked we were sister wives. I don’t often make time for people on a weeknight but for these folks? Of course.
I had checked with Matt first and foremost and he told me he could do it. But then this past weekend when I reminded him about it the look on his face told met here was something we didn’t factor in. Matt has a standing meeting every Monday late afternoon. Of course he does. We both know it and we both had forgotten and not put two and two together. So it’s decided that I would pick up Em, then take her to Matt’s office to drop her and head on to dinner in the district. Far from ideal, but it would have to work.
Sadly, the majority of the travel Gods were against me. By the time that I finally got to daycare I knew I didn’t have time to stop at the house to get Emerson’s sippy cup and snack. Luckily I had saltines in the car. Then I realized that the car was almost out of gas. It confused me for a min until I realized that Matt had taken my car to World Market in Pentagon City in search of our bed. Certainly no time to stop by the house if I had to get gas. So instead I borrowed the cup from daycare and filled it with water.
We finally got under way when I realized that Emerson was playing with her sippy cup….and that that sippy cup was leaking. Ironically I had wondered the night before at what point we’d start her on her big girl (no lid) cup. I quickly realized that they had already started at daycare by removing the “plug” in her cup and therefore when she shook it water came out. She was now soaked. No biggie, I thought we’d meet Matt right outside the office and he’d leave immediately with her anyway.
Once we hit 495 we hit more traffic and now my child realized she was wet. I handed her MIckey Mouse Clubhouse on the iphone to appease her until my mother called. What Mom didn’t realize is that when she called the iphone switched to phone from video so now Emerson’s crying and my mom is trying to remember WHY she called. Fast forward to getting off of the phone, Mickey back on and I pull into Fairview park. I used to work over here when I first moved to the area. Matt told me he was by the Marriott (I had been immediately across the street) and so I headed in that direction. Then I realized I needed the phone again to find the email with the exact address. That means pulling the phone out of my child’s death grip, causing tears, then handing it right back to her and feeling crazy guilty for being frustrated. I drove around for 10 mins (by the Marriott). Finally I realized that I would need to get the phone again which would me more tears.
Turns out Matt was “by” the Marriott but at the other end of the office park. I got over there, child screaming, and parked in the garage and proceeded to peel her clothes off of her (of course they were jeans that were wet). I wrapped her in a blanket thankful that for once I had my mom senses about me to have a blanket at all.
When Matt finally got to us I tried not to be angry. None of this was his fault (though he could have walked a little faster :)). None, until this moment. As Matt took Emerson he made a comment about taking her inside and I pointed out that I was holding her jeans and she was pantless. He looked at me and asked if I didn’t have some other pants. Didn’t I have a spare pair or a change of clothes. I wanted to scream “where in my magic pant bag?!” The truth is, this broke my heart. I never feel like I’m prepared like a mom “should be” with snacks and drinks and changes of clothes. And worse, I’m often criticized in this family that I carry around too much crap and shouldn’t always “have so much stuff” in the diaper bag which is ironic since I never feel like I have the right stuff. All I could think of was “Mom fail”, I don’t even have a change of clothes for her.
But then, he just kept looking at me with this sorta sad pleading look in his eyes and I realized that he had wanted to take her in and show her off. How she was pantless with a shirt covered in paint from school and fussy and suddenly my heart broke some more. Now not only was it a mom fail, it was a wife fail. In hindsight I realize that this was my undoing.
As I got back on the road (finally) my friend called to see where I was. Of course the restaurant wouldn’t seat without me. Instead I told them to act like I wouldn’t be there and I’d just pull up a chair when I got there. Then she texted to let me know about the valet. THE VALET—-I needed cash. Of course I did I was going into the district.
I stopped in little Mexico (Falls church) to get cash only to realize that there’s no drive up. Awesome. Hoping I don’t get jumped I get out to get cash. When I’m finally back in the car I’m finally on my way. By this point it’s 7:00pm and I was supposed to be there by 6:30pm. As I’m trying to find my way back I am messaging with my friend and just about the time I realize my GPS is cracked up and I’ve missed my turn I get a text that it’s ok they are eating (I asked them to start without me) and I realize I won’t get there until at least 7:30 (an hour late). Now I’m a friend fail too.
And I lose it. I start crying, pull over and text that I’m going home. I’m sorry but ti’s just too much and I’m too late. Trying to calm down I finally realize where I am….by my office that I left 3 hours prior. Awesome. Now I’m back in 66 traffic for the second rush hour of the night, eating saltines and deciding to hell with it, I’ll just get a McFlurry for dinner. I can drive through and given that my make-up which I’d carefully reapplied 3 hours earlier is now down my face I need to stay hidden.
I finish my McFlurry sitting in my parking lot, regretting eating it and wasting the points that I had saved for that fateful dinner. I say to hell with it, walk inside and find that the dog has pooped on the floor. The end, I’m done.
Did I mention today sucks?