My daughter is big on expectations. She has lots of them and in general thinks things should live up to them. She asks others about their expectations too. Hey mom, "I bet you didn't expect me to eat two waffles" or "which foot did you expect me to put in that shoe" etc..
I used to be a little like her. I thought things through, made plans, and mostly my life went along accordingly. Then I got a husband and had children. Man was I living in a dream world.
Today was one of those days that started with some expectations and ended up on planet doom.
I had a rare opportunity to sleep in until 7:30, and since I got up at 4:30 the day before I was looking forward to it. I woke up at 5:30, 6:00, 6:15, and at 6:24 I gave it up and got out of bed.
Bug woke up not only with the horrible ickies from having his tonsils and adenoids out, but with a cold too. My normally stoic tough guy, was fairly hysterical. He was sobbing, spitting in the sink, and spraying snot everywhere. It took 20 minutes to calm him down enough to take is pain killer and another 15 to clean up all the fluids. Good thing I got up and had my shower early.
Okay, now I'm running late to get Billy feed and off to school. Plus it's Friday so my stitch of week column needed to go up on the Chum. Where the heck is my coffee?!
Only five minutes late to preschool, and I'm off to run errands and get my hair cut (Daddy stayed home with Bug).
Pick up mail - good, Target - not so good. I am apparently the last person on the planet to get Easter goodies, because there aren't any left. None. I got them each a Bionicle and some cash to put in the eggs. That's better then candy anyway. Right?
The haircut did go as expected. Thank god.
Billy got a tadpole for Christmas, and Swimmy is now a froglet and needs a new habitat. Can you see where this is headed? We ordered the new digs, otherwise known as tubetown, got it out of the box, hooked up the filter, put in the sand and all the accessories, and waited for Daddy to get back from the store with three gallons of bottled water. After adding all the water, Swimmy, and Bug's new froggy buddy Scaley we realized it was leaking. All over. Seriously.
Now we're mopping up the mess, using the turkey baster to remove the water, and looking for a new temporary home. An hour later both frogs are in my large glass ice tea canister. A half hour after that Scaley tries to eat swimmy. Some frantic searching turns up a large glass vase and after a valiant chase with the soup ladle Swimmy is safe.
Great, now I can cook dinner. What? The rice canister is empty? Well, of course it is. Waffles for dinner!
Dinner's out of the way, maybe I can get the beds made before someone needs to sleep in one. My pillow cases rips right down the side, for no reason I can see. I then find a pair of kitchen shears and an entire outfit Billy got for Christmas (in 2005) in a doll box while searching for a new pillow case.
At this point I'm a little distracted, but I keep going. Big mistake. I let the iron get too hot and I scorched my new finished scarf trying to block it. Melted the end into little crunchy bits. It was supposed to be a gift for my friends 40th birthday. Tomorrow.
I going to have a beer now. Maybe a gin and tonic. Maybe two.
P.S. - My most recent FO's sprinkled in to break up the horror.