Monday, October 22, 2007

SAHMs Have Mondays, Too

Things started out well, although I was a bit sleepy since Clare was up for two hours in the middle of the night (Jay took the last half hour and finally got her to go back to sleep). I got up, showered, had breakfast, and loved on Joshua, all before Clare woke up at 7:45. I gave her about an hour of playtime and then it was time to try to get her to nap. Several tries produced only crying. Joshua was spun up because he wasn't getting any attention from me, and I was just downright frustrated. So I decided it was time to get everyone dressed and go to the grocery store. That was my first mistake.

I should have known things were going to be bad when I took a wrong turn on the way to the store--a trip I've made a million times. When I pulled into the parking lot Clare started to cry, a stark reminder that, yes, I had forgotten to feed her before we left the house. I put her in the front seat with me and fed her while Joshua waited patiently in his carseat.

It was pouring rain by the time we were ready to go in. I put Joshua in the grocery cart with a blanket over his head (which he thought was funny, thank goodness) and got Clare semi-situated in her sling. But by the time we got into the store she was exhausted and cranky and crying loudly. When we were halfway done she had finally stopped crying, but I had been so distracted up until that time that I was sure I had forgotten something--or many somethings.

We finally finished and as I stood in line and took out my credit card--oh, wait, my credit card is sitting at home on the shelf. I used the Customer Service phone to see if I could get hold of Jay in his office before he left for his 11:00 class, but of course he was already gone. So they held my basket for me until I could get my card and come back.

I had a choice--drive one mile to Jay's school and interrupt his class to get his card, or drive 10 miles each way to go home and get mine. I drove to Jay's school and just happened to see an administrator in the hall whom I know (her grandson and Joshua are in Kindermusik together). She found out where Jay's class was (I had stopped by the Engineering Department but all of the other professors were teaching, too) and gave me directions. It was in another building, but there was a covered walkway leading there so we didn't have to get wet again, although at that point we were all so soaked it didn't matter. I interrupted Jay's class to get his card. Thankfully, I knew three of the four students in the class, so I didn't feel like a total moron showing up there with two kids and a pile of hair matted to my face. I got the card and headed back to the Engineering suite to pick up Clare's carseat. I decided to feed her again, just in case, and then realized that it was only a few more minutes until Jay's class was over (There was a lot of walking involved here, compounded by the very short legs of a two-year-old who also thinks that every rug and doorjamb are strategically placed for him to "jump" off of). When Jay returned to the suite I asked if he could go with me to the store so I could run in and get the groceries while he sat in the car. He did, because he's a good person.

We dropped him off back at school and headed to Chik-Fil-A, which had been our plan from the beginning since I had my Free Chicken and Coke coupons. It was past naptime at this point, so I did what I have probably sworn I would never do...I handed Joshua's nuggets to him so that he could eat on the way home. Ahhhh!

He finished his lunch at home and napped without incident, despite the fact that his nap started over an hour late. Clare and I caught some Zzzzz's. And only now that I'm writing this am I seeing the points of grace that were so much a part of my hellish morning. A sympathetic and helpful grocery store employee, a kind and gracious university employee, and husband that doesn't mind being interrupted in the middle of the workday, his colleagues who treated my family like their own when we needed a moment to regroup, and a church friend who insisted that "It'll get better, girl" when I saw her in line during my second trip to the store.

Maybe Monday isn't so bad after all.

8 comments:

Darby said...

I think we all have days like that! I think N would have killed me if I interupted a meeting like that. I once had to interupt a training session to get a key, but luckily it was a one on one training and he was being trained by a Sargent (lower rank), so it wasn't too bad. Glad you Monday is over!

Ruth said...

It's always a good idea to remind yourself that things could always have been worse. I'm glad you were able to see the good things in retrospect!

Christine said...

That's the joy of things being so crappy. Sometimes you just have nowhere to go but up!

Sarah said...

I did just the same thing yesterday - discovered I didn't have my card in my bag at the check-out. So the assistant was just arranging for it to be put at customer services for me to go home and get my card. One last rummage through my bag and I found it - the man behind the checkout looked at me like I was a moron, but at least I got to take my shopping home with me...

Kel Bel said...

I feel your pain. Sometimes you just have a day where you feel generally thwarted by life and everyone and everything in it! Makes you want to go back to bed and start over...

Linda said...

Wow, Yes, SAHMS have "those days." I really like the attitude you adopted at the end of the post; it made me realize I would just have kvetched on about the day, never stopping to be thankful.

justagirl said...

Wow. I am exhausted just reading that! SAHMs really do deserve trophies, in my opinion. And I think you should get too just for getting soaked. :)

anna said...

I bet you were glad to finally get home! Those days do get fewer and far between as they get older. I always count it a blessing that I can aleast feed Johnathan whereever and whenever and don't have to worry about bottles and formula. That definetely makes a mid morning crisis at least a little easier.

You do have an awesome husband for bailing you out and a good toddler that puts up with all the craziness. I bet he thought it was a nice reward for being so good to eat his nuggets in the car.