My Day (So Far)

So it's not yet 7:30 and already my day is one for the record books. How is this possible?

My children have decided that, although the school calendar believes they have another 2 weeks left to learn and play and wake up early, this is a mere mistake and they are DONE. This makes for very interesting mornings in the Fitzgerald household.

The boys have their happy and cranky moments confused. I don't know how to work with this. All year we've been accurately predicting moods and mood swings and life has worked out pretty well. Suddenly, we live in bizarro world.

So this morning, my little one decides he's going to be in a great mood. Which really isn't like FrogBoy. He's not what you call a morning person. Gets that from his daddy. But I digress.

So Froggie is very chatty, which I really can't take, because I'm busy dealing with Spanky, the one who IS a morning person, like me. I can only handle so much happiness, morning or otherwise. And there was a lot this morning.

Finally shuttle everyone out to the van, when lo and behold, the stupid thing won't start. Oh, that's right, she's decided that it's a wee bit too chilly this morning, she's gonna sleep in. I don't need this.

So I'm trying to crank her, she's giving me nothing, and I end up having to call SuperHubby to rescue me from my driveway. Did I mention he's not much of a morning person? Now he comes home, because he has to, and thinks it's a wise idea to try to crank the suppository himself. In his hospital clothes. (for those not in the know, these are his "visiting" clothes ...)

Well the suppository didn't crank, and I realized that she pulled this stunt a month ago, which just confirms that she IS a woman.

All 4 of us have to go to school in the dinky little Nissan SH drives just for laughs (other people's, not ours). Small cars are not good with our boys; they have to sit way too close together. So they're up in each other's faces the entire way to school, my head is about to explode and SH is blissfully unaware (I think he turned off his hearing aids as we were leaving our house).

Top it all off with 55 degree weather in Charleston in May ... and the day isn't going so great. It's just not working out like I planned. And I like to plan.

One good thing, however, is that today is our anniversary. SH and I have been married 14 years. I can't believe how old I am. No wonder I have so many gray hairs. Thankfully I'm adorable and they don't stick out too much.

Hopefully our day will get better. If not, I can remind myself that 4 of the past 6 anniversaries were spent in MUSC, and that will make the problems with the suppository pale in comparison.