Busy As A One-Armed Paper-hanger

I love this song. I’ve had it on repeat for an hour now, in an effort to defrazzle.

Today was hectic with a capital Hec.

I got up, wrangled the Shriek Sisters into diapers and clothing and shoes and why is there always a shoe missing? Always. Toasted English muffins (why English? The English don’t even know what these things are.), made myself some hi-test coffee, packed a picnic lunch and herded the Shriek Sisters and their big sister, O, into the car. We were on the road by 8:30.

What is normally a 90 minute drive into Boston, to Joslin Clinic, took me 2-1/2 hours. There was a car stopped dead in the middle of the Mass Pike. No idea why, but oh mah holy hell, did it back up traffic. Then, on Route 9 (or as I prefer to call it, That God-damned Piece of Shit Excuse For A Road), they were doing construction. Construction season in New England sucks ass. First of all, we have these paved cow paths as opposed to a real infrastructure of highways and surface roads, so they twist and turn and there’s never a damned street sign on any of ’em (Hello, welcome to Massachusetts. Now fuck off.) and then when they decide to re-pave these things, they put them down to one lane of paved cow path as opposed to two. Of course, by then I had finished my coffee and was on a self-imposed no-spending spree, so I couldn’t even pull into one of the thousands of Dunkin’ Donuts that speckle TGDPOSEFAR and replenish. I had to drink water. The horror.

I got to Joslin at 10:52. O’s appointment was at 11. Actually, I got to the Pilgrim Street parking garage at 10:52. If you’ve ever parked there, you know my pain. If you haven’t, it’s like a habitrail. Only darker. Horrible.

Finally, we were done with the medical stuff and I sped back to my nest behind the Tofu Curtain. I remembered that I’d promised to meet elizasmom and TT at the park around 3-ish. Raced upstairs, changed two little butts, bundled them back into the car and went to the park, where, I think, the mothers needed the playdate slightly more urgently than did the children. It was a nice break, though. I felt moderately less frazzled.

Although that all flew out the window as I drove back to the house to make dinner. I’d half forgotten that O had a choir concert tonight at the middle school. Two and a half hours parked in a plastic chair will give you a sore ass, no matter how ample the padding. But I brought my book (Water For Elephants, if you’re keeping score at home) and when O wasn’t actually singing, I read. That’s probably bad, right? Whatever. The book fucking rocked and I finished the rest of it when I got home tonight.

I’m exhausted. And tomorrow I have my first therapy appointment. I’m nervous. Ridiculously nervous, actually. I don’t quite know why….

So, to finish up, I shall leave you with some more tranquil pictures, taken in M&T’s garden yesterday. My sister had been visiting from California for the past three weeks and yesterday was her final day here and it was glorious.


9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. SUEB0B
    May 28, 2008 @ 22:59:00

    I get so mad at traffic that I kind of want to yell at the people who have had an accident or breakdown…I’m sweet that way.


  2. Washington Crunchy Mama
    May 28, 2008 @ 23:28:00

    Cool video/song. I let it play a long while too. Great pictures! that just sounds like a hellish day.


  3. Angewl
    May 29, 2008 @ 01:52:00

    I absolutely LOVE that first picture. {{{hugs}}}


  4. Lisa
    May 29, 2008 @ 07:28:00

    Good Lord woman…I was howling. Sorry that your crappy day brought me such humor. The girls are beautiful!!


  5. elizasmom
    May 29, 2008 @ 08:44:00

    I’m with SueBob — if it’s a serious accident, of course, I will be respectful, but if someone fucks up my drive for a stupid fender-bender, I tend to comments at length and in expletive-laden detail r.e. where they should go. Oh, and next playdate, I think we should all bring thermoses with hooch. You missed the guy who tried to goad TT into yelling at some older kids who were being rowdy on the big climbing structure. I was all, “dude, do your OWN dirty work.”


  6. Shannon
    May 29, 2008 @ 08:59:00

    I love the frog!I went to therapy last year and loved it. I got to complain and gossip to someone who I knew wouldn’t tell anyone else. It was a great relief to get a lot of crap off my chest.


  7. B&K
    May 29, 2008 @ 11:25:00

    Love the watermelon dress on the girlie. They are SO adorable!!


  8. sandyshoes
    May 29, 2008 @ 12:40:00

    Yeah, what is it with our goddamn state and street signs? Pisses me off.I too loved Water for Elephants.


  9. Velma
    May 30, 2008 @ 09:45:00

    Therapy really helped me through a tough time. Gorgeous pictures!


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