Chimney repointing is turning into chimney rebuild - who has money and time for that! What a lovely way to spend my money on a chimney that will look exactly like the one I have. Well, we are paying for piece of mind and not having the chimney blow away with gale force wind, knocking someone out on the way down. Mhhh, maybe if that happened insurance would pay for the entire chimney to be rebuilt? Anyhow, cruddy news to start off at 7 am.
Next we have meetings, meetings, unclear meetings, more things to be clarified, run to next room, phone display broken, email slow, internet even slower...ahhh
Now, Desi is still feeling sick and has a fever. Can it still be the sun on day three? Is it an infection...what's wrong? Why are little kids not equipped with vocabulary so they can clearly indicate why they're not feeling well? No, the guessing game makes parenting a more exiting and challenging game (insert sarcasm here). So, off goes Bruno to CHEO...wait, wait, wait and wait again. He's not chocking, bleeding or otherwise obviously in danger, so wait again for poor little guy.
In the meantime I entertain an almost three year old that did not have her nap! Yippi! Fit for not having her bag, not finding the right bag, wanting my glasses in the car. Cry, cry, cry...
Well, a hotdog does the trick and some ice cream. Am I bribing her for bad behaviour or comforting her in her bad mood, or rewarding her for the spouts of good, funny and cute behaviour...I don't know. But we manage to go to the Bay, have my watch fixed while waiting and leave the Bay with only buying a birthday card for herself...mhhh, not too bad.
Back home, back to crying because of bath time and missing green bunny rabbit (gone for months, but what do I know). Bath done, hair washed and now we cry because Daddy and Desi are still gone. Calmed down, TV, milk and ready for bed?
Nooooo, some more crying, kicking, not wanting her teeth brushed or potty time...mhhh what a lovely evening. One book, three songs and on song four she's asleep. Yayyyy! I guess I'd cry too if I was that tired :) Wouldn't it be nice to express our upmost unhappyness, grumpyness or anger so honestly?
Here I am, quiet house, storm brewing outside, big city tax bill (along with that chimney one) waiting for my little boy to come home...hopefully not sick.