girlfiend

I got to the asthma doctor on time but she was running 50 minutes late. While I waited and waited I knit three rows too many and missed a pattern change. Then I looked down and realized my new shirt that I am wearing for the first time has a hole in it. And my breathing is worse than it was in the spring.

On my way out of the parking garage I learned that they don’t take credit cards. The first time in five years that I’ve been there without cash and they don’t take cards. I gave the parking attendant $1.35. She said, “No you need $5, you get from the ATM inside, ” but the gate opened and I left.

I went in to get the baby after his nap and he’d reached into his diaper, removed a handful of shit, and smeared it all over his sheet, crib, hands, legs and face. Then he got shit all over the tub. Then I puked.

I had to drag both of the kids to my library meeting. Considering the meeting took place during bedtime things could have been worse. But when we got home F was still hungry and of course T saw food so he needed to eat too. And somehow I managed to drop a glass which shattered all over the playroom. I put both kids in T’s room to clean up the mess while they finished eating, but F decided that T wasn’t allowed to play with anything in his own room and T started wailing and trying to escape so I swept the pile under the (gated) fireplace and let them loose so I could put T to bed. I told F that he could either play in his room, watch a movie on the couch, or sit in T’s room on the floor while I rocked him. I gave him specific boundaries and moved furniture so he could see his boundaries. But instead he crawled under the fucking fireplace gate to play with glass and cut himself. I heard him touch the glass before the cut happened and unceremoniously dumped the baby in his crib and ran into the room. The cut wasn’t bad, but fingers bleed a lot.

F had to sit on the changing table with his hand raised above his head squeezing his wound while I finished cleaning up the mess that he’d spread. I had to sweep, vacuum, sweep again and vacuum some more, the baby screaming all the while.

Now I have to clean up the kitchen.