Woke up to a sick kid, sneezing and hacking all over the place, and crying about an upset tummy. She's crying and in distress, of course, and that breaks my heart.
In the middle of booking an appointment with the doctor, power goes out. YAY for cordless phones, that REQUIRE power to work. Seems some idiot looked away from driving for a split second, and took out a pole. Power JUST came back on about an hour ago.
Anyway, I get through to the doctor on my cell, book the appointment, call out of work, call out of school, call my daughter out of school. Things were looking up.
Leave to go to the doctor's around 1, after bundling my baby girl up like Nanook of the North (it's COLD here in New England...well, chilly but REALLY wet and windy, and she was already sick). Car's dead, click-click-click. I know enough to know it's a battery, and get my neighbor to jumpstart me.
Get to the doctor's half an hour late, and can anyone guess what the incredibly rude receptionist, who MUST be new because I'd never seen her before today, tells me? I bet you can. If you guessed that since we missed the appointment, we're SOL, you're right.
After arguing with her for a few minutes, my little one loses the fight with her tummy and...well, it wasn't pretty. The lady at the desk didn't seem to have a shred of compassion, and seemed to make it seem like it was MY fault she got sick. Thankfully, one of the nurses, a lady whom I've known since I was a little kid, came to the rescue and escorted us to an exam room, despite Mrs. Meany's renewed insistence we had forfeited the appointment by being late. I hope she loses her damn job, I really do. I don't wish bad things on people...well, most people...but I hope she gets canned.
After our late appointment, and learning what I already mostly knew...she has the flu...I re-bundle the munchkin up and get her back to the car. Click-click-FREAKING-CLICK!!! Dead battery AGAIN. I call AAA, who almost made me smile. Almost. They quoted me 2 hours on a truck, and had one to me in less than 20 minutes!!
To make the day just utterly fantastic, as if it hadn't been awesome to begin with, I get stuck in a mega backup on 93 trying to get home. Seems some jerkwads got into a fender bender, got into a fist fight about it and one of the stabbed the other. In the ensuing deadlocked traffic, who has to go potty, and RIGHT NOW?! You know it was the recently potty trained 4-year-old, right? What could I do? I was over a mile from an exit, traffic was completely stopped, it was raining outside...I didn't even clean the backseat up when we got home. I'll do it tomorrow. I just didn't have the energy.
Bad things are supposed to come in threes...I got to three and just kept on trucking today. It's days like this that seriously test my sobriety and clean state. No, I didn't drink but MAN did I want to.
Sorry for the rant, but I needed to vent. I hope tomorrow is better...but thinking on that, how in the WORLD could it be worse?!