Everything is Stupid

Let me just tell you about my day.

It started an hour later than it should have because of this little bundle of joy and energy and chaos named Mila. I try really hard not to say, "Hurry up" to her because that's not what I want. I don't want her to rush through life without stopping to notice the more important things. I do want her to FOCUS ALREADY though. Sometimes the little things aren't more important and do we really have to stop and pontificate on every pair of shoes we find when the task at hand is to put the ones that are in your hands on your feet?

If anybody ever figures out how to get kids to put shoes on their feet in anything less than half an hour, I will be the most willing student there ever was. I'd even pay money to learn how to make that happen.

So. An hour later than expected, I finally rolled up to Panera. I do realize that's not where I work, but I have a major thing due this week so I've been spending part of every day at Panera so I can focus and get it done. There's that "focus" word again. It's an important one. And it's really very impossible when you're cuddled up with your laptop and a group sits right next to you and proceeds to do job interviews - via speaker phone IN PANERA - for a teaching position. As in, three people were asking questions and one was answering and this was all done with a cell phone in the middle of the table. And they did six interviews. And. AND. Every time one of the interviewers would walk away from the table, the others would start talking about the person who walked away. It didn't matter which one left  - the others immediately started with the, "OMG. He has no idea what he's doing," and such.

Which, well, it was kind of funny. But it made FOCUS hard.

So I left and found another nook to work out of but then I had to have a meeting with a person. That person happens to be the smartest person in all of the land and don't you know this work is hard, honey? Oh, sweetheart, let me break this down in terms your pretty head might understand.

If you catch my drift.

In the midst of this epic hour of mansplaining, I got a text. FROM TANGERINE MUSSOLINI. He wants me to come to his rally and donate to his campaign and STAAAAAB. I can't even pretend that I found it funny because I didn't. I instantly burst into angry flames. It was such a fury-inducing moment that I actually texted the number back. I realize it was probably some random Russian spoofer, but that's okay. I taught them some new words in English. Four-letter words.

AND THEN CAME THE WORST THING OF ALL.

Mila escorted me to Alexis' dance classes this evening. Alexis Tuesday night classes start about an hour past most peoples' bedtime, so Mila and I ran to Walmart to try to entertain ourselves and maybe stay awake. I figured I would get Mila a new pair of pajamas, she would put them on, and then she would fall asleep in the car. It was quite the magical plan.

She's still awake, literally two hours past her bedtime It was a good plan, but it failed.

Oh, and the pajamas were size 4/5, which is to say I HAD TO CROSS THE AISLE. They aren't toddler pajamas. They are Big Kid pajamas. BIG KID PAJAMAS.

And they're not huge on her. They actually fit, more or less.

BIG KID PAJAMAS. I BOUGHT MY BABY BIG KID PAJAMAS.

Tomorrow better be a better day.

Comments

[Maria]

just wanted to say: I hear you, girl!