Yesterday was a horrible day. Horrible.
Justin woke up early yet again (cranky, too) and needed to nurse. I needed to pump so he’d have milk for daycare. I took a guess on which to nurse and which to pump and guessed wrong. So I didn’t send as much to daycare as I’d hoped. All the phlegm in his system caused Justin to vomit on the bed, himself, and me.
Walked into the kitchen to find that Brittany, the dog I can’t stand, had gotten mad and had eaten all the butter in the house, leaving the wrappers on the floor; had chewed up Justin’s newsletter from daycare; and gotten into something paperish that needed to be picked up. As I put her outside, I noted that DH had forgotten it was trash/recycling day and had left both containers at the house. I put them both out, grabbed the ice packs for the pump, Justin’s milk, made coffee using my french press (because I didn’t have money for Starbucks) and heated up a hot pocket thing in the toaster, grabbed my lunch., made one trip out to the car, remembered that Justin needed his medication from the previous night’s visit to the doctor for an ear infection, gave that to him, put him in the car, and drove to daycare. Coffee is tasty and hot pocket thing is cold.
At this point I’m running 30 minutes late. At daycare, I need to fill out a form for the medication. I do so and remember that I have a Starbucks card. I can buy a coffee and save this one for later in the day. Get every red light in town. Drive up to Minneapolis and call letting them know that I’m running a bit behind. Stalled car on bridge makes commute nightmarish. Also, driver’s side wiper freezes and old, rusty cars keep cutting me off making me reduce my speed and splattering mud on my windshield.
Get to the office about an hour late. Bank reconcilations don’t reconcile because of poor account entries. Takes 6 hours to sort out. Go get lunch. No lunch. Sitting on counter in kitchen at home.
DH calls to wish me a Happy Valentine’s Day. I tell him about my day. He says that he has a surprise for me when I get home. Previous years, the surprise has been a steak dinner, a fire and ice rose, and boxes of Godiva chocolates. I’m beginning to look forward to the evening. Manage to scrounge lunch from pot luck leftovers (didn’t bring anything because of dr visit previous night). Head home listening to romantic music so I don’t bite DH’s head off. Talk to
and get myself in a pretty decent mood.
Stop at Target to get card for DH and little things for Justin. Come home late to DH’s dismay even though he knew I would be at Target and get wrapped gifts for him from office, box of jelly bellies and a gift certificate for a 30 minute massage at a real place–not home.
Have dinner, fish that was originally on the menu. DH thought I wouldn’t like the steak because it’s so fatty. Fish was on the menu to keep it simple, but was tasty. DH hands me a card. Beautiful card. Tells me that the gift didn’t work out. Apparently, he had no money and had decided to “help” Justin create something for me. He had no idea that 9 month olds can’t use crayons. He was surprised that Justin was more interested in eating them and the paper. Justin has brought home projects, but I know that there has been considerable help with them. DH thought the crayons were edible. The word is “washable” and they’re made for 24+ months. Apparently, this little project has been attempted for a week and a half. There are two little areas of red when I saw the paper this morning. DH had given up the project and he had left it on the floor where Justin had thrown it.
I did the dishes, DH shoveled snow and we went to bed.
I would have been disappointed to learn that there was no money for Valentine’s but I would have then had no expectations. I even mentioned free things he could have done when he caught me crying about it this morning. Like have his parents watch Justin while we spend some time together, or a back massage, or just a night off.
We had a long talk this morning and I know he was late for work because of it. It wasn’t bitter or angry but hopefully constructive. I hope he’s finally understanding where I am coming from. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.