FRIDAY (A LITTLE LATE)

Woke up late.

Screamed at Max because he didn't know we had to be somewhere for an appointment.

Dragged him off the couch to the car.

Made him walk down the street without an umbrella because I couldn't find one.

Swore under my breathe because husband surely hid the umbrella from me.

Got soaking wet.

Made Max cry, again.

Saw the osteopath.

Made Max cry again.

Promised to buy him a toy.

Or 2.

And a cake.

Got a shit cup of coffee, which I continued to drink, even though I should have returned it.

Picked up the sewing machine. There's a story behind that - it's coming later.

Got wet again.

Looked completely bedraggled in the shopping centre amongst all the latest Bugaboo strollers, and why did every single rich slim stick thin woman have to be there today with the same Prada bags????? Did I miss some mummy newsletter about this?

A 5 year old girl in a shop made Max cry. She was horrid.

I attempted to rationalise why we could not crash Connor's birthday party in the Teddy Bear Making Shop. I have no idea who Connor is. Possibly the brother of the girl above.

Made Max cry.

Attempted to find a way to not buy a teddy bear from the Teddy Bear Making Shop.

Bought Max chocolate.

And a warm chocolate milk.

Ate myself. Well, not myself, but ate too much food.

Walked out of the Parents Room without Max because he wouldn't come with me when I asked him to.

Attempted to rationalise why we couldn't play with the nice timber ride on cars (they are terribly gorgeous, and terribly expensive, and Max loves them) displayed artfully outside Top3ByDesign.

Attempted to rationalise why Max couldn't have a donut.

And lollies.

And that car.

And that one.

And that one.

And that one.

Spent a fortune on clothes for Max and Petite 6.5st.

Realised I bought 3 pieces of pink clothing, but decided I could edit that out of the blog so you all think I'm perfect and have high moral values and stick to my philosophies.

Made Max and me wet again coming home.

Had a slight panic while looking at my belly and seeing red spots all over it that were definately not there this morning.

Collapsed on the couch.

Shouted at Max because I wanted some peace and a little rest.

Shouted at Max.

Shouted at Max.

Shouted at Max while on the phone to a friend.

Screamed at Max.

Made Max cry.

Cried when Albert got home because he hadn't bought dinner home with him and that meant I had to cook.

Ate chocolate.

And Cheese and Bacon Balls (they were going stale).

And Tiny Teddies (they were going stale).

Fed Max half a block of parmesan cheese for dinner, with a few ravioli thrown in for nutrition.

Scowled all night.

Saturday was a new day.

And Sunday is an even newer day.

But both just as wet.

Comments

[filambulle]

Oh my. Some days it's very hard to be a mother. To be a mother-to-be (again) too! Don't anybody talk to me about being a good one.

If you really must go wet, why not taking a bath? Nice wet!

I wish you a quieter monday (and don't go to the postoffice if you feel like resting. I can wait I will be quite busy...)
xx

[Twitchy Fingers]

Oh I hear that! Some days... and the rain makes it worse. But you can't complain about the rain because we need it, so that makes you even crankier. Scowl away I say.

[Ali]

Hope it passes quick (the rain and the funk).

[Mozemen]

Yep, those damn jewish women can really mess up your day.

[Joanne]

I am soo glad that I am not the only one that has days like that! I hope the next day brings alittle more calm and less frustration - and I am a non-jew living in a highly populated orth. Jewish area so I get that one!! Your tummy looks great.

[nichola]

I feel your pain! I hope your weekend has been better.

[Strikkelise]

It'll be all better when the baby comes and you are totally sleep deprived in the bargain.

(I laughed out loud when reading this and my daughter (4 and a half) came and asked why. I tried to explain that I *so* recognized your situation. 'You know, like in the mornings, when we are in a hurry, and mummy is tired and pushes you kids around and shouts COME ON and PUT YOUR SHOES ON, remember?'
And she answered 'No?????'

Hope you are having a lovely weekend.

[Miss Dot]

parmesan is very high in calcium.. :-)

[di]

Ahh what to say? Wouldn't life be nice without days like that? Although perhaps if we didn't have days like that then we wouldn't appreciate the good ones nearly as much.
Big telepathic hugs coming your way...

[rowena___.]

oh bless your heart, we have days like that here more often than i care to admit, and i'm not even pregnant!

snuggle in with your boy, you'll both feel better and the time for snuggling with just him is passing quickly. {{{HUG}}}

[karen]

Oh I can understand very easily - this is exactly the kind of MY day .
My 3.5 year old daughter is "awful" with me (I don't if it's ME who cannot stand her behavior or if she's like this because of the pregnancy ?) - I scream at her all day long and I hate that :o(

I can only say "good luck" - hopefully you have a nice WE (sunny and quiet ?)

your belly is amazing ;oD !!

Fench huggs from Canada...

[Alex]

I am going to the post office on Monday!!! First thing in the morning, promised ;-)

More telehugging...

[Amanda]

Yes, I can *so* relate. Bad days just seem to get worse, don't they? Here's hoping that Saturday and Sunday are (were) better, with many more hugs and many fewer tears. The same amount of chocolate sounds ok to me.

[lisa s]

oh alison... hugs....

i wish i could make you our kit and fed ex it.... in the crazy hope that it would make you feel like the wonderwoman that you are!!!

[Laura]

Woah! Sounds like an awful day. But what does somebody's religion have to do with it?!?!?

[Michele]

I've got to agree with Laura - sorry about your bad day, but why identify people by their religion?

[Lee Ann]

Been there, made that cry. Aie, ya poor sweetie.

You want me to knit you an umbrella? ;-)

[Mariko]

Holy mackerel! What a day! I hope it all gets better, and Albert did go get something for dinner, didn't he?

[JulieFrick]

When a day is like that, what is there to do but make art of it?

By the way, the antidote to the pink clothing for petite 6.5 is, in my book, some pink clothing for Max as well. My little fella looks particularly fetching in loud pinks.

[Norma]

*gasp* NOT PINK!!!!! We will never be able to think of you the same again. :)

I mean:

"There, there, Sweet One. It'll be ok."

XO

[Edwina]

Some days are just like that.

[Kristen]

It did bucket down on friday! Sorry your day was so bad. Hugs to you.

[Jo]

Makes me want to laugh & cry at the same time - I totally relate. Amazing that you could record such a day so articulately!

[kate]

parmesan is super nutritious. xoxo

[joyce]

i think my son and your son are about the same age or close to. they are quite a handful at this age...they don't eat, want everything, cry and on occasion throw fits...hope everything's going a little better...