murphy's law, or whatever

Lately everything that possibly can go wrong, DOES go wrong.  I can't decide whether it's just a random string of bad luck or if it's bad karma coming to kick me in the butt.  Or maybe it just has something to do with me being too busy to think straight.  In any case, I'm a mess these days.  On Saturday morning we drove to Maine to drop Jack off at camp.  The plan was that we would then head to North Conway, hit some of the outlets, spend the night in a hotel, and go to Story Land on Sunday.  Casey's mood was absolutely horrendous -- perhaps the worst I've ever seen him -- and so outlet shopping was about as much fun as camping in the rain.  I managed to spend about ten minutes in the Hanna Anderssen outlet and found a bunch of great stuff for Chloe, including a pair of bright magenta Merrells discounted to $20.  It wasn't until I got home Sunday night that I realized I never actually purchased the shoes.  I thought I had, but somehow managed to leave without them.  But I'm getting ahead of myself. On Sunday morning we woke up to pouring rain. And thunder and lightning.  Story Land was still open, but who wants to walk around in the rain?  And even if we had been willing to, it was also freezing cold, and we were not at all appropriately dressed.  I'd packed shorts and tank tops. It was 80 degrees when we left CT, and I guess I just anticipated the warm weather would continue.  The kids were disappointed, but we made the best of it by stopping at Yummies for candy and paying a visit to Auntie Di and Uncle Ron.  We'll have to reschedule Storyland for later in the summer. And today I am at my parents' house in RI.  I'm sitting here at my mom's lap top, waiting for AAA to show up and unlock my car, since I so cleverly locked my keys in the vehicle. We are supposed to be at the fabric store choosing material so that my mom can sew a pinafore for Chloe to wear as a munchkin in The Wizard of Oz.  We'll get there eventually, I hope.  Now I have to go change Casey's diaper before the smell knocks us all out. (Oh yeah, add that to the list of things not going well.  Casey got a spot at the new Montessori Magnet School opening in September, however he has to be potty trained before he can start, and he is sooooo not interested in using the potty.)

Comments

[Shelly]

The new job isn't going so well- say the word and I'll quit to become your potty-training consultant! (If only potty-training was part of my job description...)

[gina]

Hey Shelly, I'm sure you'd have no shortage of clients. You're like the only person I've ever met who is actually good at potty training! I'd be willing to pay big bucks.