One of those days…

12 Mar

4:30 Leave work, mentally making a list of groceries needed

4:37 Pull in at daycare centre and curse because forgot to stop at grocery store first

4:40 Arrive at door of daughter’s daycare room and witness temperature-taking in progress. Result: 100.9° F.

4:45 Buckle daughter, who is busily sucking away at a bottle, into carseat and contemplate grocery store options. Decide to go to the closest one, even though it has exorbitant prices.

4:49 Waiting to turn left into grocery store parking lot and remember why it sucks to do this after going to the daycare.

5:02 Carry daughter into store through the slushy parking lot. Attempt to stuff daughter into shopping cart, but the stupid flap that blocks the leg holes keeps flipping up. Remember other reason why it sucks to do this after daycare.

5:05 Daughter drops glass bottle, where it smashes into a thousand pieces on the floor. Gather up the biggest pieces of glass while thinking about the people who will say, “I told you so” about glass bottles. Grind teeth when 8-year-old boy gleefully says, “You have to pay for that!”

5:09 Arrive at the cash register where three cashiers are gabbing. One looks up and says she can serve me at the next counter. I wheel over there, only to have a woman rush in before self. Cashier does not bother to tell rude woman that the lady with the child and the exceedingly frazzled expression was there first.

5:15 Pay $33.00 for for 6 grocery items and curse because forgot to get bread, which was one of the most needed items.

5:20 Going ’round the bend (literally with the car, but figuratively, too) explain to daughter that her “baby” is at home. Do a blind one-handed search through daycare bag to find Cheerios to end the whining.

5:24 Arrive home. Thank goodness Michael’s back. He heads out to walk the dog (and daughter). Start cooking supper. But really, get on blog.

At least I live in Whitehorse. If I were still in Ottawa, this whole timeline would have taken a lot longer than an hour.

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5 Responses to “One of those days…”

  1. McMommy March 13, 2008 at 12:04 pm #

    I love the part about “Start cooking supper….but really, get on blog.”
    I think you just described every mom blogger in the WORLD!!

  2. Marianne March 13, 2008 at 5:59 pm #

    We use glass bottles also (aside: do you have the Evenflo or a different one? I’d like to find one with a bigger nipple). I love them, and they are remarkably sturdy. So, no “told you so’s” from me. In fact, now that the news about horrible chemicals in plastic bottles is in the spotlight, I say that the shoe is on the other foot.

  3. fawnahareo March 13, 2008 at 7:06 pm #

    I bought three “Born Free” bottles from an online store called “Soft Landing” (http://www.thesoftlanding.com/shop.html). They weren’t cheap, but I wanted the fatter nipples because that’s what Jade was used to. These were the only ones like that I could find. I’m just seeing now that they have other brands available, too. (I actually used eBay, but I really liked dealing with Alicia, the seller.)

    Born Free also makes a BPA-free plastic bottle, but I figured glass was safest. What chemical in plastics will we find out is harmful next, ya know? However, I think I might get one or two plastic ones because Jade likes to have her bottle in the car, and I don’t like the idea of a glass bottle flying around in case of an accident.

  4. Julia March 13, 2008 at 10:26 pm #

    Your days always seem so stressful…

  5. fawnahareo March 14, 2008 at 9:32 am #

    Do they? Well, I guess parenthood makes life pretty busy, but not ALL my days are stressful. I guess it’s just not as interesting to blog about the “normal” days. 🙂

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