Day from Hell

Yesterday kind of sucked. I mean, it had its high points but the end of the day was life sucking.

I drove to see my friend, her house, eat some fried turkey, and visit. It took me an hour and a half to get there because she lives south of Dallas. And I live northeast of Fort Worth. Okay, so like that was a really long drive. About 45 minutes in, my son says, “Mom, are we still in Texas?”

:hehe:

I guess when you’re five that’s a super long drive. (He then tells me he wants to drive to New Mexico because he wants to see what it looks like. Okay, baby, we’ll do that.) 🙂

Anyway, the visit itself was wonderful. Had a great time talking with everyone and catching up. My friend and I went to a little gift shop afterward and I bought these lovely ceramic signs that say “Imagine” and “Dream”. They’re hanging over my desk now. My friend bought the baby one of those balls with the spiky things on them, it’s full of air, and you can squeeze them and they just look really gross. The baby thought it was “awesome”.

Since I was in the area, I figured I’d stop by my mom’s and visit. About five minutes into the drive, all the air went out of the new toy and boy was he mad. He started to cry. I tried to soothe this little nerves by telling him it was going to be okay and please don’t cry. He fell asleep shortly after.

We get to my mom’s and visit for a bit. My mommy made me new dishtowels, pot holders, and a cool holder for my plastic bags. They are coffee-themed for my new kitchen. Love it! She also gave me three little wall plaques with coffee cups on them. Oh my gosh they are so cute. Love them too! I hung them up last night when I got home.

So after visiting for a little bit, I decided to hit the road at 6:30 so I wouldn’t be driving too much after dark. Silly me forgot about all the Texas-OU traffic in downtown Dallas so I was sitting in first gear, creeping along the highway. From the back seat, my son starts to tell me his stomach hurts. I’m thinking, OH NO. So I tell him just to hang on and we’ll get home soon.

But he can’t wait. And I’m stuck in traffic with no exit in sight in the middle of freaking downtown.

“Mom, I’m going to throw up.”

Shit.

Luckily, my mother had put all my new stuff in a plastic trash bag. While sitting in the middle of traffic, I dump everything out and hand it to him.

“Throw up in that!” I say.

Well sure enough, he puked. Poor baby. But he managed to get it in the trashbag. I felt so bad for him.

After a few minutes, he says, “Mom, I got it on my shirt and the seatbelt.”

“That’s okay, sweetie. It’ll clean.”

So I finally – FINALLY – get free of the stupid traffic and literally haul ass home. It took me over an hour to get there, though, and I was highly agitated. He said he felt fine after that and I stuck him in the tub and cleaned him up, washed his clothes, and got him ready for bed. He said he was hungry so I gave him some crackers and some thin sliced turkey. He seems to be just fine this morning. Drank milk, ate cinnamon rolls. So I don’t know if it was a virus or what. It’s weird.

And My Guy called me last night. It seems he had a particulatly horrid day at work. So since he was wiped out, he headed home and so it has now been a few days since we’ve seen each other. Which sucks.

I gotta go grocery shopping. And I’m starting to decide on colors for the house. I think I want my office to be a nice pale shade of green. The color I have in mind is called “Heather Mist” and I think it’d look lovely in here.

Have a great Sunday, ya’ll.