Yesterday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
We didn’t sleep the night before because H was running a fever. I called the doctor in the morning and made an appointment. We stopped for gas on the way there, but when I got in the car after filling up, it wouldn’t start.
Of course the car couldn’t have broken down at home. Of course my in-laws were out of town and of course the twins (and I) were extra grumpy from illness/lack of sleep. Of course!
At first I couldn’t get ahold of anyone nearby who could possibly help me. Also, no one at the gas station was willing to help. I know people busy and everything but it still sucked. I didn’t want to abandon my car in front of a pump and I wasn’t sure the cheap stroller I brought would make it all the way home. I really thought H needed to see a doctor and I hate being late (or a no-show). It was a lot.
Another helpful thing is that I cry when I’m super stressed. The twins quickly lost patience, so if you’re counting, that’s three of us crying. I wonder why no one wanted to help us? 😉
Luckily, a couple of guardian angels came to our rescue and I eventually got ahold of my husband who left work to come help.
Things started to look like they were turning around. We are lucky to have friends in town and I was lucky to catch my husband at work when I did. He left his car with me so I could take H to the doctor. The twins took a nap and I rescheduled the doctor visit.
But there’s that thing that people always say – about bad stuff happening in threes? I don’t want to believe it, but I kind of do. That probably makes it a self-fulfilling prophecy….
The day seemed to be getting better, though. The car issue turned out to be a pretty minor fix and we confirmed at the doctor that H didn’t have a UTI or anything else serious. We just hung out at home the rest of the afternoon.
After we fed the twins dinner, the third thing in the bad-day-trifecta happened. M (the healthy twin) walked up to me with something on her face. I looked at her and thought, “where did she get avocad – IS THAT THROW UP? DID YOU THROW UP?!” Sure enough, there was green throw up on her face and hands. My husband put her into the bath while I searched the house for a pile of barf. I found it and cleaned it up.
After we put the twins to bed, we started making dinner for ourselves. Also, a stiff drink. I barely even flinched when the big clock hanging high on on fireplace crashed down and shattered all over the living room.
But then I started to wonder – was that the third thing? The throw up incident wasn’t that bad, she somehow managed to get all the throw up on our waterproof floor, and she doesn’t seem sick. So is the sliver of glass in my foot the third thing? I feel certain that the first two things were H’s fever and the car breaking down. I thought the throw up was the third, but maybe it wasn’t.
Or maybe the shattered clock is the first thing in another series of three?
Nah, I’m sure that’s not it….