It didn’t even start like any other day. Most days do not begin with the check engine light alerting you to some emission problem in your car. Most days do not begin with freezing temperatures, a snow covered car, and a missing snow brush. No, this was a day much unlike other days. Which is encouraging for tomorrow morning.
Stuck in today, I had no choice but to deal with how the day would unfold. It was one of those days when school would be more about what not to do than your ABCs. I am ashamed to admit it but the day beat me.
First it was the engine light. Then, I decided not to drive across town to the bank because I didn’t know what was up with the car, so I drove directly to the grocery store. Got to the checkout and realized I didn’t have my debit card…my husband had it. He never activated his card so the bank cancelled it. Can you believe that? So, I gave him the use of my card. Thinking it was not something to cry over, I wrote a check. Check denied. WHAT? Who gets a check denied? Apparently me. Red faced and confused, I walked out of the store and immediately called TeleCheck. The man told me my check was denied because there was a lot of activity on the account and my profile was not updated. No bad checks. Just a lot of checks. How is it TeleCheck’s business if I write checks that all clear? The man assured me that there should be no more problems once the system was updated. Still no time to cry.
A sound that rattled me to my core caught my attention all the way upstairs. It was my kids fighting furiously over the remote control. I was just recovering from the TeleCheck incident and wondering what to do about my car…and now this? I walk downstairs with my meanest mommy face and before a word came out my children scattered. I told them to just go to their rooms for a while and there would be no TV…ever..no not ever. Why do parents say stupid things? Still no time to cry.
TV off all day, kids getting along, I clean out two rooms, and thinking my day is shaping back up…until..I get the text. A reminder of dinner plans….now is the time to cry.