I Hate Today ... And This Week, Too

Ugh. This has been some week. And, I don't mean that in a good way. Some things have been funny. Some, not-so-funny.

On Monday, my daughter wanted to make a Halloween gingerbread house. They come in a kit, and she totally fell in love with the idea of making one. I stupidly agreed to it. I mean, she wanted to do it soooo badly. We made one of these at Christmas, and I had forgotten what a <i><b>total, freaking nightmare</b></i> it was. The pieces all kind of look the same, except they shouldn't look the same. They are supposed to be different sizes, but it's impossible to tell which piece of the house goes where. You have to mix the icing yourself, which is no big deal. But it takes hours for the icing to dry in between assembly sessions. So, you put the walls together. Let the icing dry and harden. Put the roof on. Let the icing dry and harden. We're talking hours of work before the decorating (the only part my kiddo was interested in) happens. And, of course, every task has to be accomplished with the "assistance" of a loudly complaining and impatient five-year-old at my elbow. Total exercise in patience. But, I manged it. I got the first part of the house together ... convinced the kiddo to go upstairs and play until it dried ... and went off to check my neglected emails for the first time that day. I was upstairs when I realized Fae was not with me. And she was being horribly quiet. Kiss of Doom. I went downstairs to find her sitting on her bed, the picture of A Very Good Dog -- except for the "OMG, Mom, I did something horrible" expression on her face and the half-wall of gingerbread house hanging out of her mouth. Yeah. Back to the beginning on holiday hilarity hell.

Tuesday, I had to take the kiddo to the doctor for her yearly check up and vaccination boosters. It's a total energy drain because my kiddo is a drama queen in the making. I love her, but ... yeah ... "histrionic" is her middle name. We were running a bit late, but it wasn't a problem. The doc's office is near our house, so we got there with time to spare. Except ... parking was a nightmare. Thirty minutes waiting in line just to park. There were three parking attendants "assisting" people with parking. Except they didn't all seem to know each other. And, each guy didn't seem to know what the other guys were doing. Yadda, yadda, yadda. We ended up being late for the appointment, and that was just the beginning of the irritation.

Cut forward to today. My kiddo is upstairs, trying to pet the cat. Fae, being the pin-head she is, decides to chase the cat at the same time. But, she knocks the kiddo down. My poor daughter falls with all her weight on her hand. She was crying and very upset, but her hand wasn't swollen. And she could move her fingers. So, I sent her off to school. When I picked her up, her hand was swollen and bruised, and she couldn't move her fingers. Of course, the school didn't call me. -.-" Her doctor's office was closed already, so we had to go to an urgent care clinic. Hours later, it turns out her hand is broken in three places. Hubby and I have spent the past couple of hours on the phone trying to track down either a pediatric orthopedist or a hand specialist so that we can try to get her in tomorrow.

So, my question to the universe is this:

Can this week be over now? Pleeze? >.O