Today was one of those days that I would like a re-do.
Or maybe if I had one those 'easy' buttons like on the Staples commercials. That certainly would have made today more manageable.
It started off innocently enough. Emma actually left for school on time. Everyone was fed. Dressed. Cocoa was had. Even though it was raining, I thought it would be a great day to head out and get some supplies for a project I am going to attempt. May mention it at sometime if it doesn't completely go south. Given my negative talent at anything artistic I am not holding out a whole lot of hope right now.
Anyhow, Olivia and I started our day at Michaels. After locating everything I needed, with some, but minimal resistance from her, we made our way for the car. Entering implosion zone.
Upon entering the car, she promptly made her way for Emma's seat. After getting her to move away from that, she decided the driver's seat was much more her taste. I climbed into the van and hauled her out of it and plopped her in seat, sputtering the whole time as my butt was getting rained on. Cue screaming child. Might as well have been abducting her because that's what it sounded like. Closed the door, still sputtering. Got into the car, sputtering, trying to block out the screaming. Escalating.
Got behind some ancient bitty in a small truck. Proceeded with extreme caution through the light at 5 mph. Sputtering. Politely passed, sputtering, on my way to Sam's. Removed (still) screaming child from car. Broke down - handed over the paci.
Once the bipolar kicked in, she returned to sweet child. Remained in such state until after lunch. Played with sister for a while. Asked them to clean up so that we could go get Jason from the car dealer. Entered room in time to witness older child standing on Leapfrog Music Table, grasping the crib with one hand, and sticking one leg out to the side. Promptly issued her out of the room and into the corner in the hall. Sputtering returned.
Exemplary -read sarcasm here -behavior returned upon entering the flooring store. Somehow we managed to escape with both children in tow and stuffed monkeys to boot. How is it that we acquire cute little stuffed things when our not so cute things are being obnoxious poster children for abstinence?
Now that the sputtering has disappeared, I am breathing deep and taking my own time out. I hooked up the printer to test it out, only to be greeted by smoke billowing out when it printed the test page. Don't think it's a good thing, but for now, I'll just convince myself that it's cool to have a printer at home again. As long as I don't burn the house down, all is good.
Off to see about my project.
Sputtering is sure to return.
Or maybe if I had one those 'easy' buttons like on the Staples commercials. That certainly would have made today more manageable.
It started off innocently enough. Emma actually left for school on time. Everyone was fed. Dressed. Cocoa was had. Even though it was raining, I thought it would be a great day to head out and get some supplies for a project I am going to attempt. May mention it at sometime if it doesn't completely go south. Given my negative talent at anything artistic I am not holding out a whole lot of hope right now.
Anyhow, Olivia and I started our day at Michaels. After locating everything I needed, with some, but minimal resistance from her, we made our way for the car. Entering implosion zone.
Upon entering the car, she promptly made her way for Emma's seat. After getting her to move away from that, she decided the driver's seat was much more her taste. I climbed into the van and hauled her out of it and plopped her in seat, sputtering the whole time as my butt was getting rained on. Cue screaming child. Might as well have been abducting her because that's what it sounded like. Closed the door, still sputtering. Got into the car, sputtering, trying to block out the screaming. Escalating.
Got behind some ancient bitty in a small truck. Proceeded with extreme caution through the light at 5 mph. Sputtering. Politely passed, sputtering, on my way to Sam's. Removed (still) screaming child from car. Broke down - handed over the paci.
Once the bipolar kicked in, she returned to sweet child. Remained in such state until after lunch. Played with sister for a while. Asked them to clean up so that we could go get Jason from the car dealer. Entered room in time to witness older child standing on Leapfrog Music Table, grasping the crib with one hand, and sticking one leg out to the side. Promptly issued her out of the room and into the corner in the hall. Sputtering returned.
Exemplary -read sarcasm here -behavior returned upon entering the flooring store. Somehow we managed to escape with both children in tow and stuffed monkeys to boot. How is it that we acquire cute little stuffed things when our not so cute things are being obnoxious poster children for abstinence?
Now that the sputtering has disappeared, I am breathing deep and taking my own time out. I hooked up the printer to test it out, only to be greeted by smoke billowing out when it printed the test page. Don't think it's a good thing, but for now, I'll just convince myself that it's cool to have a printer at home again. As long as I don't burn the house down, all is good.
Off to see about my project.
Sputtering is sure to return.
