Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Because not every day deserves the construction of full sentences

Prologue


  • Lost a filling on Monday eating jelly beans



  • (Dentist appointment was scheduled for tomorrow)



  • Wrenched my back on Tuesday dragging child-sized rocking chair across living room (a non-exerting activity that defies explaining this pain)



  • (Regular chiro appointment already scheduled for this coming Monday/no rescheduling because there are just so many times in a week I can disappear from work)



  • Stopped at drugstore for temporary DIY tooth-filling kit, and on a whim bought a purple brush&comb set for E



  • Confirmed yesterday that I do not need to attend a two-day training class, having attended it in 2007



  • Confirmed yesterday that I will participate in a staff meeting of the department hosting my current month-long rotational assignment



  • Received mini-lecture from my host from rotational assignment about no-covered cavity = open wound = bacteria COULD TRAVEL TO YOUR HEART and WHAT DO YOU MEAN you’re not seeing the dentist until Thursday



  • Was told by E that her teacher had wanted to help her put her clip back in her hair but had not succeeded because she needed a comb for E’s fine hair



  • Told E: just bought you a new comb!! Mommy=HERO




  • Today


  • Left house latest ever



  • Much, much traffic



  • Rushing to drop girls off and sign in by required 9:00am deadline



  • Got both girls in daycare, unpacked, leaving when E realizes comb still in car



  • Promise E to deliver comb later (my lunch/her nap)



  • Leave E screaming&in tears&grabbing at my legs as I go



  • Powerwalk very long building



  • Sign in 9:04am (within six minute window of okayness, but not good)



  • Check voicemail at 9:07am, hear message saying hey wait, oops! My bad- you DO need to attend training



  • Training began at 9:00am, walk in to presentation already begun, all the punctual colleagues watch me walk to the only seat left, in the front row



  • Realize from front row that clock is on wall behind me, watch is on kitchen table from E playing with it yesterday, stuck in all-day training with no sense of how time is passing



  • Use short mid-morning break to acquire coffee; check my email to see that the apologetic message I sent to my host colleague for missing the staff meeting was not received because she went home for medical reasons, but not before she sent an email to her supervisor confirming my participation; and cancel and reschedule my dentist appointment for Friday



  • Training looks up when lecturer distributes piles of mini-chocolate bars



  • Contemplate that chocolate traveling to my heart can only be a good thing



  • RUN out of class at first instant of lunch break up to desk to grab car keys



  • Can’t find car keys in purse, remember that they’re in the back of the stroller, which I had left in the daycare to save time this morning instead of returning it to car



  • Sneak into daycare past E’s room to get car keys, see her finishing lunch through the window



  • Run to car to retrieve comb



  • Return to daycare and E’s classroom, say hi to all of E’s friends, put comb in her cubby, but don’t talk to E because she’s the first child to have fallen asleep for their nap (in the four minutes since I last gazed on her)



  • Deprived of much-wanted Mommy=hero redemption moment



  • Eat lunch at desk super-quick for having run around, while using only half of my mouth



  • Return to class – blah



  • And just for kicks, let's note that today is day eight of my car being held hostage fixed for a transmission problem, allegedly different from the transmission repair of six weeks ago



  • Finish day, pick up girls, home, dinner&bedtime and then dinner&bedtime and finally, my own dinner




  • Tomorrow


  • M is on 6am flight, so morning routine is mine, all mine, aren’t I lucky



  • Class starts at 9am again, but at least I know about it



  • And tomorrow is 9/11




  • This day was rotten. But even though tomorrow is September 11th, a day that gives everyone pause, I’m going to try for a better mood. There is even a personal silver lining to tomorrow’s date. But more on that – tomorrow. For now, let's just end this one. Blech. Pin It