Just one of those days.

It's been one of those days. It started off just a bit too early for my liking when Carl woke me in a frenzy because his relationship with his dear alarm clock suffered some sort of setback. They used to be great together, but today something shifted ever so slightly. Today, the alarm clock never went off and I fear their relationship will never be the same again.

This technical difficulty provided Carl two hours of extra sleep. But today, for moi? One LESS hour of sleep when he woke me up to help him get out the door. Given that I went to bed about 2am, this was not a good thing.

My coffee tasted like poor quality canal water (c'mon, you know you've had a bad pot or two yourself). Then, when I got the baby out of bed, he looked like he might have Chicken Pox (remember our exposure incident a few weeks ago at the library?) He had a rash over his entire body. It wasn't particularly bad but I did notice it. So, rush to finish homeschool, then off to let the doctor tell me what version of Pango Pango my kid had. Praise God, no Pango Pango. No Chicken Pox. Yes, doc sees the rash, but as there is no fever, no fussing and baby is eating and drinking well, "Don't worry, be happy." That's easy for doc to say, but my day wasn't over yet.

We ate at Quiznos for dinner. I would have cooked, but someone needed a little nappie ("I was just resting my eyes," as my mom used to say when I was a child.) So I ordered a turkey bacon guacomole sandwich because I'm a guac freak.
"Ma'm, no tomatoes."
Disappointed: "Oh! Okay then. That's fine."
I pay.
"Ma'm, no guac."
Keep my day in mind.
"No guac?"
"No guac."
"But it's a turkey bacon guac sandwich."
"Not today. No guac."
Counter boy rudely turns away from me to talk with his girl, then,
"Ma'm?"
"Yes?"
"What are you going to do?"

Really, what was I going to do? I was about to pop, that's what. It had been one very looooong day up to this point and now my guacless counter boy wanted to know what I was going to do. Sigh.

"Well, this isn't going to work out. I'll just take a different sandwich altogether."
I so wanted to say, "Because pretty soon you'll tell me there's no turkey OR bacon, just bread and I could have eaten bread and water at home."
But instead, I scanned the menu for something else.

About then, the manager said, "Thaw some quac. Customer comes first."
A little piece of heaven, right there in the middle of Quiznos. I was so pleased with his commitment to good service. But now I reeeeally saw Counter boy's true colors. He knew there was guac all along. I just wasn't getting any if he had anything to say about it. Swell.

We made it home, tucked the kids in and then began packing for our trip to San Fran. That's when it occurred to me. 11pm and I realized I needed to hit the grocery store to make chicken and wild rice soup tomorrow (I thawed the chicken today and naturally was missing a few ingredients). So help me, stock boy better have his act together.

Toni