Dishappy

Dishappy = disappointed + unhappy, and it is how I am now, and how I have been for the bulk of this week, even though it has hardly begun.

First of all, it was very disappointing to find out that I didn't get the job we really need, and the fact that I called them a week before, and they could have been helpful but weren't, just makes that worse.  And, "Well, who wants to work for someone who can't even answer a simple question?!?" sounds so petulant. 

Secondly, after saying goodbye to the babysitter (new) last night, I found that my vacuum was out, but the floor wasn't clean.  Plus, my son was asleep on the floor....in day clothes.  And there were about 6 pair of sandals strewn around the floor.  Anyone else get the feeling my kids ran wild unchecked last night?

Thirdly, and speaking of my children, I just had a heart to heart with the bus driver.  My kids....are the bad kids.  Excuse me for a moment while tears fall painfully from my broken Mommyheart.  If they are seated together, they fight.  If they are seated with other kids, they cause trouble.  They are going to be written up if it continues.  How should I feel about that?  I think the other bus kids are scum, and then mine are the ones causing trouble?  I'm not sure I can handle it.

We've just had a huge fight, of course, and it is as per usual:  Grant burst into whiny tears of abject guilt, and Abbie went to her room and started singing and playing.

I am a terrible mother.

Today wasn't my best.  I got hit in the face with a rubber band.  I was wrapping a batch of credit cards that I was counting, but it broke, and lashed me from my left eye all the way to my right ear.  I had to excuse myself.  My supervisor came to see if I was okay (Of course I said I was) and tried to convince me that the welt wasn't very noticeable.  Unfortunately, she attempted this when I was standing in front of a mirror...  I got some ice and took some Motrin, and three hours later, when I next saw a mirror, the big swollen red line was mostly gone.  You can only see it under my eye.  My upper lip is still swollen a little, and there is a strange bump under my ear.  Far less gruesome.  No damage to my eye, except for a little bright red dot, but you can't see it from a few feet away.  I was still able to work the rest of the day.  It wouldn't have mattered much if I wasn't....I carpooled with Pat and she drove.

Okay, well....it's time to put the past behind me.  Time to feel the mean children and take them to t-ball.

Hope that today liked you better than it did me.