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GOAM and the absolutely no-good day
Posted on Thursday, January 22 @ 09:16:30 CST by geekmom |
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Hrrrg. I should have stayed in bed today. I felt out of sorts and considered it; I should have gone for it. I actually did okay until I had to pick up Dee.
She had yet another note from teacher (she's batting 1000 for the week) about her behavior, so she was grounded to her room again.
Her dance class was moved but I could not remember if it was to 12:15 or 2:15 and could not get a hold of the teacher until 12:00, so of course it was at 12:15.
We took off for the class and of course I got pulled over for speeding and of course the wrong insurance card was in the van, so I got a ticket. Then we get to the class, and she'd left her dance bag at the house (which I didn't notice because we were late), so we had to turn around and go home. At this point, I bailed on the class, because I was in no frame of mind to go out again.
We came home amid much fussing, and she went back to her room while I tried to do some more work. Actually, I was trying to line up work and get assignments from existing clients, so that maybe I could bring in enough business that my husband doesn't have to work at retail hell to make ends meet, but I digress.
I spent an hour on the phone with a client getting a work assignment and went to check on Dee, only to find her room empty. I checked the bathroom and found Dee's clothes, but no Dee. I checked the bedroom and other bathroom, and then the living room. No Dee. Looking at the front door, I noticed that it wasn't locked.
Fuck.
So I tear around the house yelling for Dee and looking in all the corners and crevices where she is wont to lie down and go to sleep. After five or six minutes, I start tearing the house apart from front to back, yelling for Dee.
When I hit the main bedroom, I notice a little tuft of hair. The little #$@!! had curled up in a ball about the size of a beachball and burrowed under the blankets, looking for all the world like there was no one in the bed.
Having determined that she was not running around naked outside somewhere, and having officially expended the last of my stress tolerance, I went to the kitchen, had two sodas and half a bottle of salsa.
It's not the healthiest thing, but the fire in my stomach takes my mind off of other issues.
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