William, Lauren, and I dropped her off at school and headed to Starbucks. I ordered my usual grande skinny carmel machiatto and promptly dropped the entire thing into my lap. That mofo was HOT. I was stunned. I was wearing my black linen pants that I'd ironed last night (I iron about 3 times a year so this was big) and I had on a light gray sweater. Not only were my clothes ruined and my skin burned but the seat of my car was covered. Covered in coffee. My thoughts went like this, "Holy shit, that is hot. Oh, my God. I just ironed these pants. Thank goodness they are black, they may not be completely ruined. Chris is going to kill me about this car seat. William is going to be late for school because we have to go home so I can change and shower. Holy shit, that is hot." I've had 1,000 cups of coffee in my hand in the car and today I dropped a full hot one. What the hell?
We drove right home and I threw my clothes in the washing machine, rinsed off and put on different clothes. I came out of my room to find William in the livingroom crying, saying that he didn't want to go to school. He's a sensitive kid and I think although I was pretty calm while being scorched and ruining my car, he observed it all and was freaked out a little. He's like his mommy and change doesn't set well with him. We were going to be a few minutes late to school and that made him uneasy, too. I convinced him to get in the car but then we spent 10 minutes in the parking lot crying and then 10 minutes in the hallway outside his classroom crying. A combination of mommy magic, his loving teachers, and the promise of a soda when he gets home from school all got him into his classroom. What the hell? He's never cried before school before.
As I drove away from school I started making phone calls for upholstery places. This coffee was beyond my ability to clean to Chris's standards, of that I was sure. With the three kids, a napper in the afternoon, and karate in the evening, I just couldn't see sitting for 2 hours at some car detail place with all the kids so instead I'm having Coit come here to clean it. I am paying for that convenience, let me tell you. The minimum charge is going to be $100. What the hell?
So, a summary of the day: I've got Drew still saying she's not well when she really does seem fine. I've got William who is playing the part of a weepy 13 year old girl. I've got a $4.15 coffee that is costing me over $100.
I didn't even get one sip.
Tomorrow Chris and I are leaving for an overnighter and I think some of the emotions may be about that, too. I don't know. All I know is... tomorrow Chris and I are leaving for an overnighter. Can I get an AMEN?
Where I'll be in 24 hours not thinking about anything that I just wrote about.