Wednesday, October 08, 2008

One of Those Days...

"Well this day's been crazy
But everything's happened on schedule
from the rain and the cold
To the drink that I spilled on my shirt
'Cause You knew how You'd save me
before I fell dead in the garden
And You knew this day
long before You made me out of dirt."
[Caedmon's Call]

*Sorry, for some reason, Blogger won't let me take the italics off

Last night I began feeling a little sick. You know, the whole stomach bug thing. But life goes on as a Mom, no taking a sick day. This morning I had planned to drive to Diamondhead, Mississippi, which is about an hour away, to go to the Wachovia there. We have two bank accounts and most of our expenses still come from Wachovia (which there are none of in Louisiana). We needed to transfer some money from our Capital One account into our Wachovia account, but didn't want to wait the 4 days that it takes to do that online. So, I decided to make the 2 hour round trip to Diamondhead in order to deposit some money in our Wachovia account. Emma and I get up early, take Matt to work (his scooter is broken and that is another story in itself) and head to Diamondhead. We get to Diamondhead and I cannot find the Wachovia. After driving around for a while, I finally spot the Wachovia sign--lo and behold, it is just an ATM in a gas station. Know what that means? They don't take deposits. I call Matt up and ask him where the next closest Wachovia is. While he is looking it up, I decide to nurse Emma and get her out of the carseat. As soon as I got her out, I smelled IT. Yes, IT! She had a HUGE blowout and it got on her clothes as well as the carseat. I change her diaper and of course I don't have a change of clothes for her, so she has to sit naked in the carseat. I nurse her and all the while, she is very distracted and hot, so she doesn't eat long. Matt calls me back and the next closest Wachovia is in Gulfport, which is about 30 minutes away. I head to Gulfport. As soon as I get back on the road, Emma starts SCREAMING! I mean I haven't heard this kind of scream in about two months. I am freaking out wondering if the carseat is too hot on her skin (remember, no clothes!) or her skin got pinched in the carseat. Fortunately, by the time I get to an exit, she had fallen asleep, so I keep going. We finally make it to Gulfport and let me tell you, this Wachovia is not right off the interstate. I end up driving deep into Gulfport (like 20 minutes into a residential area) in order to get to the bank. But, we made it! As soon as I pull out of the Wachovia parking lot, Emma wakes up and starts screaming again. Oh, joy! I figure that she's still hungry since she didn't eat much earlier. I drive around for a while trying to find a place to park so I can nurse her. I finally end up in the middle of some random parking lot. Emma eats and we get back on the road. The rest of the story is good, but I was so exhausted and overwhelmed at this point, that I just want to cry. But, God is good! We got back home in time for me to feed Emma (yes, again) and take a shower (complete with hair washing and leg shaving!) before we have to leave again for a baby-sitting job. Whew! I sure do think that Moms need sick days!

What about you? Have you had any crazy days lately?

1 comment:

Holly said...

oh my gosh... i totally sympathize w/ the screaming-in-the-backseat ordeal. I panic when Taylor does that... what are you supposed to do when there is NOWHERE to stop and they sound like they're dying!??!! The first time she did that to me, I bawled my eyes out. It was awful. And amen to the idea that mom's should have sick days too. I totally agree. Sometimes you just crash and burn and need time alone... to rest and re-group.