Wednesday morning we were both in tears after a series of false starts to the day, so I decided on a do-over and drove us to a park downtown, 20 minutes away. The parking meters were roped off for a future event, I couldn't find any other parking less than $8, I got lost in a scary part of town, and I eventually gave up and drove home. Gracie was screaming the entire time. We wound up walking around the neighborhood instead.
Speaking of screaming, I woke up screaming that same morning because I dreamed I was in a house on the beach during a storm, and a tsunami broke the windows and flooded the house before I could escape. The night before that, I dreamed I was taking an art class and if I did or said anything wrong, I would be killed. The night before that, I dreamed James was dying of cancer. But the scariest dream of all? Last night I dreamed I was hired to be a middle school math teacher.
We went on an afternoon walk and even though the sky was relatively clear and the forecast wasn't predicting rain, it poured on us as we reached the furthest point from home. As soon as we got home and dried off, the sun came out.
We went to the library yesterday morning to make up for the park incident the day before. It was apparently the start of a summer reading program, and the place was overrun with running, screaming, crying children, including a 5-year-old bully who tried to push my child. We wound up driving home and walking around the neighborhood instead.
Instead of napping, Gracie has been throwing everything out of her crib onto the floor and then pounding the wall until I come get her. I've had a headache all week.
This is just a small sampling of what's been going on around here lately. If you see me at the grocery store this morning with ice cream in the cart, you'll understand why.