Yesterday was billed – in my head – as “The Day of Me.” Now, you know what they say about “the best laid plans…” but honest to God, I didn’t have some master plan all set for weeks or anything. So why my day turned out to be about 180 degrees from what I wanted it to be… well, I must have done something wrong, for I was being punished.

I needed some time for myself and the plans included, but were not limited to: leisurely coffee, a stroll around Target, a pedicure, comic shop, Fresh Market OR Bradley’s Country Store for lunch (which would have led to some nice strolls through pastures and some photo-taking), working out, laying in the sun, and reading. I got a few of those accomplished though, the day began on the wrong foot.

Our switch is giving out so internet was sketchy at best and I had to plug the old shitty laptop directly into the modem and answer email on the floor of the workout room. Sigh. But I did get ready and go to Target. My plan was to shop for summer clothes while sipping my latte. Instead, I felt uncompelled to even try on clothes so I bought diapers. DIAPERS. How… boring. From there, I went to the salon where I did get my pedicure. There’s one girl there amongst all the men and she’s very nice. We speak of our children; she gave me a pedicure when I was pregnant and has remembered me ever since. But truth be told, she’s not the best at the foot massage. The guys may be rather effeminate but they give damn good massages. She just doesn’t use enough pressure. BUT, that was the highlight of my day as it gradually spiraled into blah from there.

At 11, I went to the comic shop for Batman and Robin #1, and I was not disappointed.  Though, my Robin had not come in so that made my kind of sad. At this point, my day was going along swimmingly and I was then on my way to Fresh Market for some sushi or other delicious treats from their deli. I’m about to turn into the parking lot and my phone rings: it’s daycare. SIGH. Apparently, Elliot had an unidentifiable rash and since it could be contagious, I had to go pick him up. Boy, was I mad. Not at him but at the turn of events. For right as I was on my way there, it started to POUR.  I did manage to get some food though I was rushed so it was only a sandwich.

He napped for a mere hour – we lost power so it was hot and still – and then we trudged to the doctor for walk-in hours. One of the low points in our career as mother and son – hands down. In the small room, while waiting for the doctor, Elliot had a million and one break-downs. He cried, he flopped, he begged to be picked up and then swatted me in the face because God forbid I pick him up! The thirty minutes we were in there was like hell times five. Dramatic, I know, but OMG. It was awful. And when we finally walked out of there – clean bill of health, mind you; it’s just a viral rash – I was DONE with that kid and feeling so sorry for myself, it was basically pathetic.

And I made the decisions to get his damn hair cut because although little baby curls are “cute” and “precious”, etc, I was sick of them making his head look oddly shaped and he always looked kind of sweaty. So off to the Supercuts we went (classy, I know) and he was an absolute angel for the hairdresser. OF COURSE.

Compare that to this photo where you can see how long and unruly it was. I am so glad we got that done.

Since nothing really happened as I wished (save those 2-3 hours in the AM, and YES, I realize how bratty I sound by complaining about this all), I certainly didn’t want to follow through on my promise to make lasagna for dinner: the LONG way. Ash says he really liked it when I used the NOT oven-ready noodles so I figured I could boil the regular ones with all that TIME I’d have to myself. NOPE. By the time it was 5:30, I was whiny and hungry and feeling so down that I cried out in anger: “I want food brought to my face!” And being the wonderful husband that he is, Ash went out and got us Boston Market.

And now, I am going to admit something that may make you think I am either a.) 80 or b.) a loser. But, Ash and I got into bed at eight freaking thirty last night. And we slept all night long. I can’t tell you the last time I got near ten hours. Today feels like a new… year. Like something totally opposite from the life I was living on Tuesday. So even though the Day of Me was a /Fail, I benefitted from it. Sometimes life works that way. Mysterious…