Trifecta of a Bad Day

Well, today sucked. In a nutshell, the Trifecta consisted of my husband telling my I was really failing at the domestic stuff (actually, he used a worse word!), my eldest son being a complete whiny mopy baby all day, my mother getting attitudinal with me because I don't ask about their problems enough. The frosting is that my babysitter had to cancel today (because her grandfather had a stroke), so I had to re-arrange my plans.

The boys had to go to "Sib Shop", the elder sibling playgroup at EI, while Sofia went to her group. Micah had fun. Sam looked like a grumpy, shaggy rock as he sat in the corner.

I was planning to take Sam to see "Ratatouille" this afternoon, but Micah's already seen it (with my parents) and Sofia freaks out in movie theaters, so that was off. After playgroup and some quick stops at the day school and at shul to drop off paperwork, we went home and Sam took a nap. I fixed the AT&T bill (which my husband had yelled at me about last night) and tried to find info on front doors, but no such luck.

After Sam woke up, we tried going somewhere, but Micah needed a playground and Sofia had fallen asleep in the car and Sam was still mopy so he wouldn't get out of the car. I sat on a rock between the playground and the car, trying to watch all of them and not cry.

After the park, I drove a bit and nearly fell asleep, so we came home. Sofia stayed asleep for the transfer to her crib, and I told the boys to play outside. I slept. Needed it, badly.

After my nap, the boys were better - probably because they were watching "Suite Life of Zach & Cody" and "Hannah Montana" on Disney. Oh well. I made dinner, we ate (the "we" being just me and the kids - my husband didn't get home until after 7pm).

The boys didn't fall asleep until almost 9pm, and Miss Sofia is sitting on my bed, watching "On The Town" at 10:24 pm. David had a meeting, so he was only home for about half an hour before he had to leave again, but he's home now (and on the phone, of course).

Grrrr. He did apologize (in email) to me, but I'm having trouble letting it go. Especially with the addition of Sam trying to guilt-trip me into giving him whatever he wants and my mother letting me know how selfish she thinks I am. The smart part of me is screaming that they are all wrong; the idiot part is taking them all seriously. I'm trying to ignore the idiot part.

But I'm making really excellent progress on the video I'm making for my friend's father's anniversary. I'm very proud of the work I do.