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Tuesday, November 04, 2003

today just sucked

If I were a swearing kind of person I would indulge right now. I have just had a hell of a day (that's about as raunchy as you're gonna hear from me. Except I do say/type "crap" with some frequency also). The previous post pretty much sums up my morning, and then the afternoon got even worse and things didn't really pick up till the evening, when T went out for takeout. Um, yeah, it was that bad, that cheap takeout was a huge pick-me-up.



Today C decided that she loved Daddy better than me. And showed it -- with a vengeance. I didn't do anything wrong -- but I didn't disappear for ten days and then come back with a heap-o-treats either (people who work on fires get famously loaded up with treat-ey goodness, in their lunches and stuff. T always saves his to bring home to the kids). Anyway, the shock of having her insist on DACY every time the possibility arose -- she even wiped off the kiss I put on her owie so that Daddy could kiss it -- was substantial, considering that for the past four years you would think, as far as she was concerned, that I hung the moon and stars just for her. Not that she didn't adore Daddy too -- but I was the healer of wounds, the recipient of kisses, the cuddler in bed. Now I'm apparently just that superfluous woman who lives in our house.



me bitter?



anyway. That wasn't even the worst part of my day. T was grumpy almost all day (something having to do with work, it turns out). I spent half the afternoon hiding myself away to cry and lick my wounds (crying literally, licking metaphorically). Then C and I went to take some chicken giblets (I was roasting a chicken, so as to have cooked chicken tomorrow for chicken enchiladas) to the neighbor's dog, whom C has always adored, and this ordinarily totally calm friendly meek dog bit her. My poor baby, she has scrapes on her face and her arm (which fortunately was inside her long sleeve, otherwise this would be way worse, I think), and bruises, and a newfound terror of dogs, live and in person or otherwise. And I'm afraid she'll have nightmares.



All in all, I'm glad this day is over and I dearly hope tomorrow will be better.

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