Tomorrow is a New Day

So far, all of my posts on this blog have been fun and happy, good days and warm feelings, but I figured since I want this to be somewhat like a journal of our everyday life, I need to include the days like today as well. It also does me good to write about crappy days, it's therapy for me before I go to bed.

Today was one of those days that I couldn't wait to end. It stared out with both of my girls waking up early (and Pumpkin woke up crying a couple times last night so neither of us slept well). Then this morning as we were getting ready for the day, I got upset with Princess several times for not obeying or for whining and complaining about doing simple things that I asked her to (like brush her teeth and hair). So, we were late for ballet, but oh well. Then after ballet we made our usual weekly trip to Chick-fil-a for lunch, which was okay for the most part. Everybody started falling apart after a while so I gathered everything and everybody up and declared that we were leaving, which elicited some cries and screams from my toddler (as the grandmother at the table next to us said, with her eyes closed and her fingers massaging her temples, "I could never do this again. I know I did it once and I don't know how, but I could never do it again."). I smiled at her as I escorted my girls out the door and accidently let the door slam on Princess shoulder (ouch! Sorry Princess!). So it is pouring down rain and I am trying to figure out how to get the girls out to the car without an umbrella when a super nice lady offers to escort us out with her umbrella (wonderful!). So, I stuff our drinks into my purse and pick up both of my kids (not easy) and we all head to the car. After everyone is in the car and buckled, I get in and put my purse down and notice that my lemonade is no longer upright in my purse. UH-OH!! Yep, that is definitely a pool of lemonade in the bottom of my purse. And nope, there is not a towel or even a napkin, or heck, even a kleenex to be had in my car. I put every soaked thing in my purse on the floor, open my door, and dump the lemonade pool out onto the parking lot. Then I close the door and take some deep breaths to refrain from screaming.

The rest of the day was okay. Until this evening as I was leaving Princess's preschool program I passed a lady whom I had met only 15 minutes earlier and she said, "It was nice to meet you" to which I replied "I didn't meet you. It must have been someone else." Then she reminded me of who she was, and I realized that I had in fact just met her and I felt like such an idiot, and so incredibly rude. I once again thought to myself, "When will this day end?"

Thankfully, the answer to that question is now. And tomorrow is a new day. I just hope tomorrow doesn't come as soon as today did.