I'm exhausted today. We left the house at 9:30 am headed for moms' group. From there, we went through the McDonald's drive thru (bad mommy!), ate in the van because Nico was sleeping, then drove around the massive park'n'ride at the train station trying to find a space. There was none. But church was only 2 blocks from the station, so we drove back there and I called the office to ask permission to park there for a few hours. I didn't want to be towed. Then we walked back to the train station. That was really too far for poor Juli's little legs and I should have taken the bus. Did I metion that it was 31 degrees celcius today? Did I also mention that I didn't bring the stroller for Nico? Oh, and did I mention that he weighs more than 20 pounds?
She perked up once she saw the trains. She's been begging me to take her on the train ever since the southernmost LRT station opened last month and Kevin started taking the train to work. (my brother made fun of me yesterday for saying "southernmost". He called me a nerd.)
We took a nice quick ride to the hospital where my mom is staying after her brain surgery yesterday (she had an enlarged third ventricle that was putting pressure on her brain. The surgeon needed to poke a hole in it). After spending a few nice hours with mom and wandering around the hospital (and attempting to help Juli use the potty while holding Nico and trying not to put anything on the gross bathroom floor. A nice lady helped me out), we made our way back to the train station. The plan was to wait there for Kevin to come by after work but we got there a little too early and I'd still have to take the bus to get the van so we just got on the train ourselves.
Juli really didn't want to get off the train. The only reason she got off without a meltdown (no nap today) was because I told her we were going to go on a bus. As soon as we got on the bus, Juli spilled half a bottle of water on the seat. I borrowed some paper towels from the bus driver and the rest of the trip was uneventful.
This should be the end of the story of my day...but as we were driving home, Kevin called. He had gotten to his car at the park'n'ride, and it wouldn't start. So I attempted to turn around to go get him. But--oops!--I got on the freeway going the wrong direction. That is totally a ditzy thing to do. (so is that last sentence...just need to add "like" to make it valley-girl style) I've had a rough couple of days. I need to go to bed.
We took Kevin to get some gas and oil for his car, which didn't fix it. By the time we left it there and went back home, Kevin needed to rush back out the door to get to hockey. I made him a sandwich first. Then I listened to a solicitor's sales spiel at the door while holding a baby in need of a fresh diaper and shooing the mosquitos away.
I've spent the time between then and now feeding, changing, rocking, reading, rocking, feeding, rocking, feeding...Nico is having a rough time with the heat.
I need to have a nice relaxing bath...with lavender and candles and a good book.
Not going to happen today. The kitchen needs to be made livable.