It started just after 5:30 this morning. My car wouldn't crank. This is completely my fault, like everything else today. I knew that my key was wearing out about a year ago, but it hasn't been giving me any issues, and I didn't want to drive to the dealership in the next town to have a new key cut. Well, we can call that poor choice #1 of the day. This meant I had to wake up my family, get them dressed, take Dane to daycare and Jonathan to work, and get myself to work.... two hours late.
Once I get to work, I call the pediatrician's office to make an appointment. Dane had been acting strangely on Thursday afternoon and Friday morning, but by the time I picked him up on Friday afternoon, he seemed back to his sweet self, so I figured I had nothing to worry about. He's 2. Two-year olds are moody. Everyone knows this. Plus, he never ran a fever and he's been eating and sleeping normally. (You see what I'm doing here? I'm already trying to explain away bad decision #2 -- not taking him to the pediatrician last week.) Anyway, on Saturday afternoon I noticed some drainage in his ear. He's had a ruptured eardrum before (on Christmas Day 2011) and it looked exactly like that. I figured it was that again, and having been there before, I know there's not really much to be done but check to make sure the hole doesn't need to be patched. Always preferring to take Dane to our pediatrician rather than sit in a waiting room with staph and flu and goodness knows what else, and the fact that he was back to his old self helped me make the decision to just make him an appointment today.
The pediatrician's appointment is scheduled for 3pm. Perfect. That leaves me enough time deposit my paycheck, drive to get my new key cut, go to the Sprint store to have them fix my phone (another thing I've put off for far too long), pick-up Dane from daycare and take him to the doctor. Except I drive ten miles past the bank before I remember I need to go to the bank (dumb ass move #3). Turn around. Make deposit. Drive to dealership. Get key cut. Drive to Sprint. The computer at Sprint was down so they couldn't process the insurance claim on my phone. I tell them I need to leave to pick up my son for an appointment and they tell me to stop back by after his appointment.
At Dane's appointment, I'm asked which ear I spotted the drainage in. I cannot for the life of me remember. I suddenly feel like one of those celebrity moms who leaves their child with a nanny all day. Except I'm not skinny, stylish, or rich. Erg. I'm told he has a raging ear infection, complete with puss, and will need antibiotics. I feel like a complete terd. I've taken my child to the pediatrician for stupid nothings in the past and I miss when he actually needs to go. Phooey on me.
I stop back my Sprint to process the claim on the phone, hit the pharmacy, and head home. I get home at 4:30pm and decide to see if the new key fixes the car issue. But the new key isn't anywhere. I call the dealership. They've been trying to reach me to tell me I left the key on the cashier counter (again, it's the next town over). There's #4.
I think, "no problem". I'll run to the dealership with Dane and call to ask Jonathan to pick up something for dinner on his way home. Dammit. I have his car. So at 4:30pm, I call Jonathan to tell him that I have to run to the dealership before they close to get my key (in the opposite direction of his work) and then I'll be there to pick him up. The entire trip, Dane is hysterical, crying that he wants to go to Owen's house. No changing the subject or lying about Owen not being home (again, phooey on me) will console him.
An hour later, family piled into the car, we head to Moe's to have an enjoyable meal. When we get home, I fully expect to end this day on a high note by cranking up my car with the new key. Except it doesn't crank. Well, poop.
This sounds SO much like one of my days. Way to keep a positive attitude. :) *hugs*
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