So my day started out like every other Wednesday and then somehow everything got chaotic. My mother in law came over to watch TT during her nap and I was walking Balboa Island with the same friend I have been walking with every Wednesday for the past 3 years when I received a text message from my realtor. “Can you do 11:30?”
I wasn’t expecting a morning showing 2 hours from that exact moment but I had promised myself I would say yes to all showings from here on out. To be honest I have never said No to any showing request but I knew this week was going to be busy and mentally I prepared myself, or so I thought. I responded “Yes as long as it is OK my housekeeper is there.” He said it wasn’t a problem.
I finished my walk without panicking and went home to find my house clean except for my bedroom. We straightened it up, I checked Tiara’s diaper to make sure it was dry, changed her clothes and headed off the Target. I didn’t pack a change of clothes because we only needed to be out of the house for an hour or so.
We got to Target and she sat down on a chair to wait while I ordered her popcorn. She seemed really tired from her morning meds still and kept putting her head down on the table. Once I got her snacks and went over to help her up, I noticed the chair looked damp. Oh great! I looked at her backside and saw that her diaper had shifted to the side and her shorts were all wet with pee.
What to do, what to do? Instead of returning to the car we headed off to the clothing department to find her some new pants. We found some exercise pants I thought would fit. I then shuffled her through the store while holding the drink, the popcorn and the pants while she kept trying to take her shirt off. If she sees clothes she thinks she needs to try them on right away in the middle of the store.
We finally checked out and I am pretty sure she only flashed her boob at one unsuspecting mother, so it wasn’t too bad. I then decided to drive to my Mom’s house to change her before we picked up Trinity from school at noon. I know, it is only 11:15 am at this point. As I am driving my hubby calls to tell me he already went to his morning meeting in Ontario and is back in Newport and is off the rest of the day. “Well, you can’t go home there is a showing, meet me at my Moms.” This really threw me off, even though I was happy he was off, I wasn’t prepared for it.
I get Tiara out of the car at mt Mom’s and she proceeds to spill popcorn out of her shirt and pants all over the perfectly cleaned garage and den. I finally get her changed and the mess cleaned up, Lou shows changes out of his suit and then we all leave to get Trinity. During this time my Mom is unloading her car from Costco as she too just got home.
While I am picking up Trinity on campus she asks for a play date with a girl in her class. “OK, that is fine.” Trinity with a friend is so much better than Trinity bored.
I proceed to stuff myself into the back seat with Trinity and her friend while Lou and Tiara occupy the front of my Prius. We decide to grab lunch at Rubio’s since we still can’t go back home. Once we sit down Tiara starts putting her head on the table again and starts to cry. I can’t tell if it is a seizure, she feels sick or it is her teeth. She lays her head on my lap during lunch and won’t eat. Well we all know that is a signal something is seriously wrong!
We finish quickly and all pile back into the car. Tiara is watching Legally Blonde on the ipad without head phones, the radio is on, Lou keeps rubbing my leg from the drivers seat and Trinity and Yuri are playing a game on the itouch while discussing each move. My phone then rings and it is my friend. I answer it but then realize I am too whacked out to talk. I promise to call her later. The whole ride home I keep my eyes closed under my sunglasses hoping it will help my overwhelming anxiety and sense of feeling suffocated.
I really just wanted to kick everyone out of my car and yell “walk home”! Of course I remained calm and said nothing.
Once we get home, Lou decides to take the girls to the beach and Tiara eats her lunch and then says she is tired. Still not sure what is going on with her, she has been really off for 2 days.
I lay down and am reading her books when all of the sudden I hear the doorbell. I realize I had fallen asleep and her caretaker is here. Once I let her in I decide I will die if I don’t sleep more so I go into Tabitha’s room and sleep for another hour. I keep hearing text messages come in but I ignore them all. I felt as if I could sleep there for the rest of my life, but I forced myself to get up and go to market at 3pm, because of course I had to set an alarm.
I am thinking my brain went into overload and as much as I keep saying I’m not stressed about the house and all the changes in our lives, guess I am lying to myself a bit.
p.s. The swing still hasn’t arrived! Now they are saying maybe Friday instead of Thursday, ugh!!!!!