What a Strange Day.
Today's been an unusual day. Maybe it's not that unusual; maybe that's just my perception. We have been sprinkled with an unusual and / or generally frustrating chain of events, though.
1. Ethan cried as we were leaving this morning, first because he wanted juice to take with him in the car (after cleaning out moldy cups I'm trying to break him of that habit) then he wanted the gummy vitamin he had refused when we were still at home, then he wanted me to tell Daddy to 'eat it.' I suppose he meant the vitamin.
2. At school, Ethan shoved a little girl and yelled, 'MOVE!' at her, then when I intervened he cried again. I consoled him with hugs, but then he was clingy. He is almost never clingy. He tugged me over to the table in his classroom and insisted I sit in a chair next to him while he had his second breakfast of the day. The second breakfast part, by the way, is not unusual -- that's an everyday thing.
3. After dropping Laurel off at class, I was sitting behind a few cars at a stoplight when an accident occurred in the intersection. I didn't really see what happened at the point of impact because I was behind a box truck, but I saw both cars go careening out of the intersection - one hitting a guardrail and one spewing radiator fluid and steam, airbags deployed. Then the cars in front of me started moving and every single one of them just drove . . . right . . . by. Nobody bothered to stop and see if the occupants of the wrecked cars were okay, so I did. Good grief. I would hope if I were in a car crash SOMEONE would take 30 seconds to stop and see how I was. The occupants were shaken but seemed okay. No kids involved, that was my real concern.
4. Mowed the lawn for the first time of the season today. After re-burying some of the invisible dog fence (which we have for our invisible dog). After failing to start the riding mower and requiring Greg's help during his lunch to jump-start it. After starting the little push mower and choking it out on our foot-high grass around the patio. After getting so frustrated with the trimmer that I had to come inside and read the owner's manual in order to remember how to start the damned thing.
...and it's only 1:52 p.m.
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