No Good

Well, my slump continues. I was NOT a very good mom yesterday. (Pauly - you can cancel any pending appointments to have I'M A GOOD MOM tattooed on my forehead that you may have already made.) I stuck it out til about 8:15 last night, and then I just left. I had some errands to run, and ended up riding around with my friend Amy til about 10. I didn't do anything blatantly abusive or neglectful. I did miss a game of Sorry with Lydia, and also pushing Genevieve on the swings. I've had better moments. Although I consider it a personal triumph that I didn't scream at anybody.

Fernando and the girls took a field trip yesterday on the city bus. They have to walk almost a mile to catch it, but I think it's well worth it. Because once they hop on that bus and get to the mall, the world is their oyster. Yesterday's trip was a trial run, just to make sure that they were all well-suited for public transportation. (Fernando & Lydia used to do this from time to time before Genevieve came along, so I wasn't all that concerned.)

They arrived at the mall about 2, had a lovely lunch in the food court and then shopped and wandered for a few hours until I picked them up after work. My one missive to Lydia before she left yesterday, with her own wallet jam-packed full of $16 (assets that she obtained during a leveraged buy-out of a failed water bottle stand on the 4th of July - Grandma Dude took pity on her when sales dropped off) was, "Have fun, mind your dad, and don't buy CRAP!" She did reasonably well. She did make an unfortunate choice of a pair of earrings at Clair's that she won't be allowed to wear out of the house either until she's 16 or until her neck grows longer and the bottom of the hoops don't rest on her shoulders. Yes, they're that big.

I commented to Shell as we were heading for home that since Northtown is kind of a transit hub for MTC buses, I planned to check the website and see if maybe they could plan a bus adventure to Como Zoo. His eyes rolled back in his head and he emitted a groan of disgust.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was today too much of an imposition for you? Never mind then!"

"No! It's not that! I was just kidding!"

"Huh? Listen here, you insensitive ass! What I would GIVE to be able to spend the day like you just did. Public transportation or not - I'd give anything to be able to spend that kind of time with our daughters!"

(this irrational tirade went on for some time - I eventually brought him around to my point of view)

So, there it is. All of you die-hard Fernando fans have now caught a glimpse of the darker, less pleasant side of my adoring husband.

Day #4 of this madness and still no sign of the menses. Heaven help us (me.)