I have decided that 2010 can just suck a rotten egg. Bar none, the year has got to be the worst in creation. And every single time I think it can't get any worse karma swoops in and lays a giant, steaming white blob of guano on my shoulder.
Saturday was fairly uneventful but Sunday is when the law was laid down. It started out okay, with the delivery of my new sectional couch - which I *love* thankyousomuchforasking. Then we deemed it The Day to Eat Lunch at a Restaurant afternoon, followed by a visit to a local duck pond so the girls could have some fun. :)
Let me start the "restaurant" segment with deciding where we wanted to go. This is a constant banter back and forth between Jay and me, with periodic interjections by Ess.
Me: "What do you want to eat?"
Jay: "Mmm, what do you want?"
Ess: "I want... I want...... um, I want....." *looking around* "....um, I want... Mom, I thiiiiink I want...."
Me: "How about McAlister's Deli?"
Jay: "Mmm, we haven't been there in a long time. Sounds good!"
Ess: "...McDonald's!!"
(both Jay and I grimace)
Me: "Oooh, how about Chili's? We haven't been there in a while, and I liked their chicken crispy strip things."
Jay: "Okay, sure."
(record screech)
Right here, that "how about Chili's" bit was just about the stupidest thing I had said all day.
So we walk in, and there is no wait. Yay! We get seated at a table that is mildly sloped so all the kiddie crayons keep rolling off when the girls put one down to use the other one. Not that the Rolling Crayon Phenomenon is unfamiliar to any parent, but we certainly don't need help from a slanty stable.
So Waitress comes up, takes our drink order. It takes about 10 minutes to get our drinks, which someone else brings over. Then another 10 minutes to take our order, which included an appetizer chips n' dip. Ten more minutes and she comes by the table and asks, "Oh, no one brought your chips?" Yes, they did. And we were so hungry we also at the bowl and paper liner. The kids are hungry and fidgety and irritable in general. Then Jay tells me the church website we help maintain has been hacked.
AWESOME.
I really do not understand this. They take over the front page, put their silly "we hate Israel" banner showing the red crescent moon and a gun. How ridiculous is that? As if one of our parishoners will see that and think, "Oh, golly gee whiz! I forgot that 'becoming militant islamist' was on my To-Do list for today! Whew, thanks for reminding me with an ugly, violent message!" Not only that, but our site gets about 400 visitors a month, give or take. Not really high-traffic. :P
So we wait another 30 minutes for our food. Really? How long does it take to make two adult entrees and two kids entrees (corn dog and a grilled cheese, no less!). We eat, Jay tries to fix the problem from his iPhone with no luck. So after we finish eating (a total of about 1 hour and 15 minutes) we skidaddle home to fix it.
Of course, Ess is asking when we get to go feed the ducks. So I tell her that we will go tomorrow since she is off school for Columbus Day, and that daddy has to fix something for church. M-E-L-T-D-O-W-N.
Day 2!
I pack up the kiddos with anticipation of getting a book I need at a library that is a little further away than usual (but... that is the closest one that actually HAD it), then off to the duck pond after. We pull up to the library at about 10:45, and the doors are locked, people are all waiting in the parking lot. I check the website and they don't open until noon. NOON. What library opens that late??
I remembered from the search for the book the night before that there were about two copies at the BIG library downtown. I had never been there, so I thought it would be fun to take the girls. There I go, thinking again.
I punch the address into Gartha (that's what we call the Garmin GPS thing, thanks to Jay's aunts) and we head downtown. I find a parking lot, figure out how to use the prepaid parking machine that I'd never seen before. Walk up and down the street, not seeing library. Back and forth, back and forth... up and down the street. Goodness, San Antonio's library is what they dubbed "Enchilada Red," it should be here! I walk over to the only red building I could find.
Mmm, nope. That would be a detention center.
So I poke my head into the Fire Marshall building and ask the receptionist where the library is. She chuckles and tells me that I am on the wrong street, that it's about 12 blocks THAT WAY on Soledad. I had punched in the street Dolorosa when I put the address into Gartha.
(slams head into desk)
So we get to the library, it's already noon and See is starting to get hungry. We grab the book I need on the second floor, then go to the third floor where I learn that my snappy camera is broken, See is a book-grabber-misplacer, Ess is a bookworm and a talks-a-lot. Trying to corral See without tears, screaming, tantrums...not happening. She's hungry, so I give her a snack and her water, and you'd think I'd given her hydrochloric acid and soylent green. Enough! Strap her in the stroller (meltdown ensues), head to the checkout station, struggle with exorcist toddler while trying to keep Ess from running out the door and pestering people trying to study.
High-tail it to the parking garage!! Change See's diaper (more wonderful screaming), get them buckled in, get outta Dodge. On the way home (mostly highway driving) they both fall asleep. I think that it would be nice to stop and have some lunch at McD's or something (again, shudder) and then go Duckie Feeding.
Just then, the rain starts.
This is seriously an FML moment. Forget ALL of this, I am going home. I pull into the drive way, turn the car off, remote open the doors. Naturally the noise wakes See up, so I take her inside ad put her down for a nap successfully. I come back out to get Ess, to which I am greeted with a frantic, "MOMMY! YOU SAID WE WERE GOING TO SEE THE DUCKS!!!"
"Well, it started to rain on our way home, and you guys fell asleep. So I thought we'd come home for lunch and see how the rain goes. So why don't you go lie down for a little bit while I make lunch?"
Her head spins around like a top, and she vocalizes that she "IS NOT SLEEEPY!!!"
It's all good though, my conniption made her quiet and head to her room.
Jay took my camera apart to see if it was a simple fix, and it's not - one of the glass pieces inside shattered. I loved that camera. I feel like I am missing a limb without my snappy camera. I guess on payday we'll have to get another one. Yay, a fun, large, unexpected hemorrhage of money. Whee!
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