This morning I got up, got Adrian's milk ready. Laid there with him while he drank. Got him ready, got all his things together for school and to go over to my Mom's house. Joel and Marsel are camping at Markham Park with the Boy Scouts, so my Mom was going to watch him while I was at work. Adrian's day wasn't starting out the greatest. He's got a cold, I think. At first we thought maybe it was his teeth. He's getting one of the back teeth. But now it seems like more than just a tooth. I'll get to that. Anyway, he was sitting with Joel and then he went to get on the floor and he bumped his lip. It wasn't bad, enough that it brought the smallest amount of blood to the surface and made him cry. He recovered quickly. On the way to school, something happened between him and his pacifier. I'm not quite sure what, but he got pissed either at the paci or just took it out on the paci. He was yelling at it and then he looked at it and threw it at his feet. I think he got mad when it fell out of his mouth and it was just beyond his reach. And just as he would get it, it would slip farther. You get the picture.
So we're at school, he's sitting at the table, like a cool kid. (Oh, yeah, he's in the 1 year old room now. I wanted to post about it, but couldn't find the time.) The teacher takes out the pacifier and walks to get his breakfast. He started crying. It took a second for it to register that that was my kid crying. He was like, hey lady, you don't take something from my mouth without replacing it. Duh.
On to my day. I'm off to do some property inspections. I have Joel's truck, because my Jeep needs a new fan and it over heats. It's quite a pain in the butt. More than once I've had to pull over and wait 45 mins. +, or book it home. So not fun! Anyway, I get to this condo, get out, do my thing and get back in the truck. And it won't start. This is a joke, right? I just did something wrong, didn't turn it over all the way or something. Because I'm so mechanical. I try 1 more time and NOTHING. I think to myself, do I call Joel now or wait a few more mins. Crap, call Joel. He's gonna be so mad. I know he's gonna think, Chris, what the hell did you do?! And the answer I come up with, (Again this is all to myself.) I have no freaking idea. So I call Joel. And I was close. He first asked if I was kidding. Why would I kid about this? Have I got nothing better to do? And I'm such the practical joker. Anyway, he was working and he wasn't close. AND he wasn't in his work van, he had ridden with someone else. So a loooooong story, shorten. I sat for 2 hours. Exactly. Oh and when this all happened, it was raining. Joel wanted me to look under the hood and check this and that. Might as well have asked me to preform open heart surgery. I have no idea what I'm looking at. I knew where the battery was at, but wasn't sure if I could touch it. He got annoyed at me for this. But I didn't want to touch something and burn myself or cut a finger off. I ended up calling work, (massage) to say I wasn't coming in. I wasn't sure when Joel was coming and I didn't know if he would fix it in time.
Ok, so I'm sitting here, and it's raining on and off and I'm starving. I started to walk to a Wendy's which was .8 miles from me. Then Joel called and said he was coming. When he got there, he touched, I don't know what and it started right up. The guy he was with said to me, you didn't try it in awhile did you? I said no, Joel told me to leave it alone. So I did.
Ok, I've made this long enough. The rest of the day went like this, the boys leave, mom has Adrian. I clean the house some. Go next door to work. Finish at 10pm. Go to get Adrian. While was next door, my mom calls and said Adrian was not feeling good. I have to take him to the doctor in the morning. I spoke with the nurse and she told me a bunch of stuff to do until then.
Anyway, that was jist of my day. Now that I write it down, it doesn't seem so bad, but it doesn't feel that way.
Oh yeah, the best part of today is that it's over.
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