A quick look back at Tuesday, September 06, 2005
I'm so glad this day has ended and that my girls are in bed (though I found Cleo in her room with the light on playing with a banana and a lip gloss of mine she fortunately couldn't open 40 minutes after I sent her to bed).
While racing to drop JL off at the train in Poissy Gigi threw up all over herself and her car seat--of course just after having eaten breakfast and a full bottle of milk. We said good bye to daddy, called a friend, made arrangements to go to her house and wash the car seat cover in her washer and dryer (remember we don't yet have one), and went home to stick Gigi in the tub for a quick bath.
Then I loaded up the girls in the PT cruiser, turned on the GPS, my only way of getting around here, and proceeded to wander for far, far too long, finally reaching her house after almost an hour and a half, more than twice that it should normally take me.
By this time we were encroaching on nap time, but the throwuppy things needed to be washed, so we got out of the car, and went into her house. She kindly let me use her European style washing machine meaning it takes almost an hour and a half to go through a cycle, and then offered to make us lunch. She made us a special treat, Macaroni & Cheese, imported from the US. Cleo refused to eat it, embarrassing me completely. Gigi grabbed a handful before i could stop her and then threw up again, all over my plate of food, herself, and me.
So into my friend's tub, leaving Cleo to stare at her food, while I washed a hungry and crying Gigi. Finally clean, dry, and in a spare outfit (Yay Mommy!) we all enjoyed CNN while our clothes finished there very long washing cycle, then switched them to the dryer, and moved the newly thrown up on clothes into the dryer.
By this time it's far past nap time, Gigi is very grumpy, and Cleo is convinced that all the toys are going home with her. Finally the first round of clothes dries enough to load them up. I decide to take the second round wet (we've been there for almost 3 hours) and hang them to dry at home.
Cleo screams all the way to car about not getting to take the toys with her, causing sick Gigi to scream all the way to the car. I shut off my GPS, listen to the girls cry, and call JL on the phone, begging him to find me a doctor I can take Gigi to since she's been sick for so long with various ailments and he's leaving the country tomorrow. He does, but the clincher is I must go straight there. No naps for grouchy girls.
I drive straight to the doctor's office, arriving 10 minutes after the open office hours begin, coincidentally, just as the doctor herself does. Ask her if she speaks English, and learn she doesn't. Decide that I'll stay anyway, and just figure out a way to explain a way to tell her about Gigi's past 2 weeks of illness and proceed to wait. The waiting room is so full that Cleo and I can't sit by each other. I wait for an hour and a half, again, see only 3 patients enter the office and realize that I will never make it into her office before the office closes for the night.
With that, I force march Cleo out of the waiting room, again leaving toys she's convinced are hers behind, head home, unload the girls for our first time home all day. Five minutes later John Lewis calls and asks us to please come pick him up at the train station.
Again, I load the girls in the car, drive to Poissy, find my husband, listening to my tired, sick children cry and complain at least half the way there. I put them to bed at the earliest possible moment, and then went straight to bed myself. Read for 20 minutes, then decided to document this day.
Tomorrow must be better. My washer and dryer are going to be delivered. Now I just have to figure out a way to get them from my garage to my laundry room and installed. Then, Gigi can throw up all she wants and I can wash anything and everything in our house! Life will be wonderful.
3 comments:
I certainly hope tomorrow was better! Sometimes I'm glad I don't have kids ;)
btw love the bloggage
Yes, life got better, eventually and with the help of anti-depressants. Pathetic, I know.
I'm a celexa girl myself so I say more power to ya ;D
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