Monday, September 13, 2010

SUCH A Monday...

Today sucked. I am going to purge it all here and then I am going to go to bed and hope tomorrow is a better day.

Let me give you all a glimpse of how I start my week. I have to be up and have both kids dressed, lunches packed, nap items ready for the week and everyone has to be completely ready and out the door by...7:35am. Yeah, it's a dream. When I signed The Boy back up for speech therapy the only slot they had was Monday mornings at 8:00am. Well that's not entirely true, they had a couple of 8:30 appts but then he would be late for school, which for him, is traumatizing. So I figured I'd give the 8:00am a shot for his sake.

So I load both kids in the car...drive to therapy...get both kids OUT of the car...take The Boy in and then try and amuse The Girl in a very small waiting room for 1/2 an hour. For this reason I have to pack snacks and books and other random things for her to do the night before. Oh, and I also have to pack a diaper because it is usually during that time that she decides to have her morning poop. So...1/2 hour passes... and I meet briefly with Boy's speech therapist to find out what they worked on today and to get "our homework" (usually while Girl is destroying the room or screaming...or both). Then I get both kids back into the car...drive to The Boy's school...get both kids OUT of the car again...take Boy in, unload lunch and nap stuff in appropriate places (while trying to keep Girl from running off...). Bell rings. Kiss Boy goodbye and walk out with The Girl. Back into the car AGAIN with The Girl. Drive to her school. Get her out of the car, yet again, and take her to school. Drop off her lunches for week and nap stuff. Get back in car and drive to try and meet a client. My client meeting is at 10:00am and I barely make it on time. Do I need to express how frustrating it is to leave the house at 7:35 and not be able to actually start making money until 10:00am? I just drive...from place to place to place to place...

So then today I arrive in the nick of time for my 10:00 appt to find that my client hasn't bothered to show up. I call him, I knock on the door, try his work line, his cell line...nothing. I become even more pissed and leave making a mental note to bill him for at least a half an hour. I then drive (how much gas have I used today?) home and start to work from home. While working I get called literally about every half an hour from the CPA of one of my other clients who tortures me with incessant questions which could very easily be answered if he bothered to OPEN the file I sent to him... I attempt to eat lunch and as I am opening my salad it slips out of my hands and falls all over the kitchen floor. I almost sit down and cry. Somehow I make it through the rest of the work day.

I think things might be looking up when I go and get The Boy who tells me he had a GREAT day and he ate all his lunch and they are learning about apples in school and now he has decided that he LOVES apples... We get home and I tell him we are putting on jammies and taking a half an hour to lay on the couch and rest (this is very unusual. I usually have to start dinner and unload the dishwasher and other assorted chores during this time of day). So we do this and I am able to re-group a little.

Then The Girl gets home from daycare with my mom (god bless her). As she comes in I look down at her arm and say to my mom, "What happened to her arm?" My mom has no clue and upon further inspection there is a huge bite mark/scrape on her arm where one of those other little kids took a big chomp out of her. I can't even express how angry I was. How angry I still am. First of all...they didn't even bother to call me or to tell my mom what happened when she picked her up. Second of all...how LONG do I have to deal with this? This is absolutely ridiculous. It has been like 3 months since the first time she got bit. Then SHE started biting and I made damn sure that it didn't last by my actions at home as her parent. Clearly the other parents aren't working quite as hard on it. In fact one of the daycare ladies (the one I love and would like to steal to be my daughter's nanny...) told me that the parents of one of the kids who is biting told her straight to her face that as long as their kid didn't get bit, they don't care if he's biting the other kids. "Part of being a kid in daycare." Ummmm....no. It's not. It shouldn't be. Now this deserves a post all it's own but I am left, AGAIN, trying to make the decision to pull her out of a place where I know the ladies that care for her love her and treat her great. It's the other kids that aren't the best behaved. If I pull her, I am taking her to somewhere where I know NOTHING about the kids OR the care givers. But if I just sit here over and over again being unhappy with the care my child is getting then that makes me a crap mom. It's so hard. Again...deserves its own post. But for my day? The bite didn't make me happy.

Then the frosting on the cake. I got a call from that same CPA who had been calling me all day long saying they mailed my client a letter about paying estimated taxes but they don't see in my books that they had been paid. I told them this was the first I had heard about any estimated taxes. The CPA told me my client specifically told them that he had told me to pay them. Now I can personally guarantee to all of my readers that that conversation didn't take place. I may have my plate full...I may have some bad days...but I would NEVER just blow off someone's taxes. It wouldn't happen. It doesn't happen. Ever. In 12 years of being a bookkeeper that has NEVER happened. Yet today, I had to take the blame like it had. It put the cherry on top of my "suck sundae." Today sucked.

I'm going to go to bed and try and pretend that tomorrow is Monday and give this week a do-over. Because damn...

2 comments:

AuntFancy said...

Eek, that is a crap day. Hope you have a better one today!

K said...

Good heavens. I hope you had a (stiff drink/pint of ice cream/voodoo doll session/other vice/all of the above) after that day. Fingers crossed today was kinder to you.