Mama said there’d be days like this…

Today started off normally.

Got up, sent the oldest to school and had breakfast.  Ended up rushed, as usual, and missed my tea.  Now, I don’t drink coffee.  But some caffeine is necessary in my life.  Unfortunately, so is dressing and brushing my teeth, all things that preempted any time I had for tea.

My poor dh has been working 18 hour days teaching a course, and I noticed when I got up that he forgot his lunch.  Understandable, he was up and out the door before 4:30 a.m.  So I grabbed it and after dropping the youngest at preschool, I drove to the base to drop it off.  Cause I’m such a good wife.

Well I drove the 20 minutes into the base to find no parking in front of the Regiment’s doors.  And right when I’m going to defy parking law and take the handicapped spot for 3 minutes while I drop the lunch off, an MP car pulls up.  So I go to the parking lot and see that most of these soldiers must be very used to driving big armoured vehicles.  Or at least, that’s the excuse I give them for parking so terribly.  So I park way in the back.  Then I go to grab my wallet.

And with my hand in my purse I visualize it, sitting next to the computer where I needed my credit card to order something.  

This means that all the other things I had planned for this trip cannot happen.  The Father’s Day gift from the kitshop for my father who loves all things from the Regiment.  The all important Tim Horton’s run to finally get my tea…. In fact, I shouldn’t even be on the base without my wallet.  But I am here.

So I walk in the downpour with my 5 year old and drop the lunch off at the duty desk, hoping dh will get it at some point.  Or at least check his texts to know it’s there.

Then I drive all the way back home and grab my wallet, then to Town Office to register my kids for a couple day camps they chose.  I get there and discover I don’t have the paper I wrote them down on, so I had to try and guess what they wanted.  I am not even going to double check my guesses, I just came home and recycled that paper I forgot.  It’s better this way.

Picking my son up from preschool my daughter starts playing with a friend.  When it’s time to go she throws herself to the floor completely distraught that I am being such a terrible person that is requiring her to wear her rain jacket, you know, in the rain.  I consider giving her the phone to call Child Services, but eventually she complies.

I get in the door from the rain and all I want is a hot tea and a moment’s peace for lunchtime.  I boil water and open the fridge and as I’m opening I remember that I have no milk.  I was supposed to pick some up.  But by now I’ve changed to yoga pants and a hoodie and have no intention of leaving my house again until morning.

So after stomping my feet in a hissy fit that closely resembled my daughter’s only half an hour previous, I finish making the soup I started last night.  It seems cool enough now, so I start ladling it into the blender.  I put on the lid and press the button and…..

It is not cool.  It is scalding on my face and clothes.

And the entire kitchen.

So at this point, I have walked away.  Walked away from this mess and am sitting eating the little bit of creamy veggie soup that survived along with some tea made with borrowed milk from my neighbor, while typing this blog.

While my 3 year old basically inhales the microphone of his handheld Backyardigan’s karaoke toy while singing “Soccer Monster” as loud as physically possible.

I am…. perturbed.

It’s probably a good thing dh won’t be home until very late tonight.  I imagine teaching drill outside in the downpour won’t put him in an optimal mood, either.

And it may take me a while to face that kitchen again.

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