Glad that's over...

Remember that book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? I could relate yesterday.



On Friday night Matt went up to be with our Andrew and the other groomsmen before Andrew's wedding on Saturday. He rode with a friend, since I'd be driving up Saturday, and was staying the night up in Torrance, so I was on my own with the two kiddos. No biggie- the night went smoothly and I was super excited to see one of my closest friends marry the love of his life.

Well, here's how my day started: as Kate is shoveling apple sauce into her mouth and I am holding Will feeding him, Kate casually looks at him and says, "He pooped." I look down, and there is a poo-spolision all over him, me, the blanket... nice. So I pull Kate from the high chair and we go upstairs to get him cleaned up and bathed. As I am attempting to clean up the poo disaster, my once almost potty trained daughter proceeds to follow suit and poop in her pull up- while sitting in the Bumbo seat that hasn't been put away yet- which causes quite a mess. So now there are two babies to clean up. I run downstairs to the trash can that desperately needs to be taken out to toss the pull-up, knock it over and a glass bottle shatters all over the kitchen floor. So at this point, the bath is running for Will, Kate has no pants or pull up on and I've got to get all the glass cleaned up.

It was at this point I thought to myself, "Today sucks so far... hope nothing else goes wrong." Whoops.

I picked up our friend, Steph, from the airport around 10:30, we had some lunch and went back to the house to get ready. That was a little more difficult than expected with an attention hungry little girl and a milk hungry little boy. We got out the door, got Kate to her grandparents (later than I wanted to of course) and went on our way up toward Torrance for the wedding. As we headed for the freeway, we saw a woman driving on a flat tire and let her know she had a flat. We're both like, "Aww man, that sucks!" and proceed to tell our stories about getting flat tires in the past.

The wedding started at 4pm, and its 3:15 as we're cruising in the carpool lane on the 405 in Irvine. Out of nowhere, it starts. Ca-thunk, ca-thunk, ca-thunk! My first thought was, "Are you freaking kidding me?!" Steph and I were both in denial at that point I think. The car wasn't driving any differently, so I didn't think it was a flat, but who knew. So we pulled over, all the while saying that it was probably just something we were dragging or something. Couldn't be the tire. I've never wished to find a small animal hanging from my tire up until this point.

It was the tire. Left front. Not flat, but with the rubber completely peeling off and the threads showing. &%@*!! Called AAA, called my husband, crying of course, because I knew we were going to miss the wedding of one of my dearest friends since high school. Not too long after, 'Frank' rolls up in the tow truck to change my tire. He takes a look at the right front tire, then the left front and let's out an, "Ohhhhhhh, that's not good." Basically it came to that the right front tire was also in such poor shape that if we put the spare on the left front, the right front would go, too. It was totally unsafe to drive the car. We needed brand new tires for the front. Also, tow trucks are not equipped to carry more than three people, so since we had Will with us, we had to drive 30mph to the tire place with the tow truck close behind.

Matt had called his brother, who became our knight in shining armor by coming and giving us his car to use while the van got new tires. When we finally made it up to Torrance (after the phone call from the tire place that the two rear tires needed to be replaced as well), it was the cocktail hour. I went to give my hungry boy a bottle so I could at least relax for a minute and not need to breastfeed right away, but of course the bottle liners were in the van (along with the Baby Bjorn I'd intended to have on hand). Perfect. We'd decided to leave the van overnight and pick it up in the morning, so Matt's brother could get picked up and not have to wait around for it.

The reception was fun- our good friend's mom held Will for most of the time that he wasn't eating, which meant some fun with friends for us. We headed out around 9pm to go pick up Kate from Matt's parents. Guess what else was in the van with the bottle liners and carrier? Her car seat. Fortunately for us, his parents have one sitting in their garage. Phew. Disaster averted. So about half way home from their house, Matt breaks the silence with an, "Ohhh!" of horrified realization: "Did you grab the house key when you left the van?" %^&($^%#^%$&^&*!!!! Seriously?! We were locked out of our house at 10:15 at night, completely exhausted and with two little ones. Luckily, I remembered that I'd left one window unlocked. Matt would have to do some climbing, but it might work. And it did. I half expected the police to show up the way things were going at this point. But we got in the house, got the kids to bed and completely crashed.

I have to say, that amid all the crap of the day, I was so thankful for good friends and my sweet, wonderful husband who never fails to make me feel better when the poo hits the fan. Phew! What a day! Glad that today is a new one!

Today, now that it is all behind me, its actually all quite funny... glad I can laugh about it now!