This is how pathetically bad my day was today--I was thinking to myself--now I understand the Boomtown Rats not liking Monday--which would be fine except today is Tuesday.

I get to the gym and am thankful that I get a month free so I dont have to pay to torment myself. I was looking forward to trying the cool little gadget that John gave me to use that plays MP3's. This is a very tiny device--with very few buttons. I pressed every single one of them and could not see the light go on that meant it was operational. I assumed it was the battery and put it down in disgust, having to endure two miles on the treadmill and another 15 minutes on the elliptical with no music. Later at home, John explained to me that you have to hold the button down until the light comes on.

After the gym and already feeling pretty miserable due to it being my first day back in about two months and having to endure without music, I pick up Joseph from nursery school. We stop at the little cafe on the way out and Mojo picks out a Ring Pop. However, he then decides that this is not the flavor he wants (a favorite activity of Mojo's-pick something than complain about the choice). He requests another flavor and I deny this request. This did not sit well with Mr. Mojo who reverted to Mr. Furious days and screamed as though I was skinning him alive. (This is of course in front of pretty much his entire class thereby ruining any chance for playdates for him for the year). He continues to scream at high levels as I carry him out of the building. By this point his teachers, the directors of the pre-school and his swim instructor has witnessed this meltdown of titanic proportions. I get him outside and he then clings to a light post because he wants to go back into the building and get the Ring Pop. The answered remained the same-NO. I manage to finally get him home and into the house. He calms down.

I then start to do the laundry-a task that never ends. I come back into the kitchen after checking that Mojo is still under control and I now have a Brady Bunch laundry flood in my kitchen--bubbles and all. So now, I'm trying to suck up the New Orleans after the levee break that is my kitchen. I finally get the mess almost under control--oh and did I happen to mention that Mojo insisted he "help" by mopping? Just as I believe that I have gotten it all done, I hit the kitchen table and syrup and orange juice from breakfast comes tumbling down. At this point I want to weep just like Jesus wept.

The only somewhat positive note of the day was I went to a Back to School night at Cookie's school. I stopped to ask the teacher how he was doing as he was scared of her prior to school starting. The teacher told me that he is a bright little boy and very verbal. Which of course led me to say, yeah he talks non-stop. She said no, she meant he puts his thoughts together well. I still think she meant he is a chatter box but hey it was more positive then anything else that happened today. I believe that tomorrow will be a much better day cuz I cant do another day like today.