One of those days

I am having one of those days.  I am annoyed.  I woke up annoyed.  I have tried to change my attitude.  But nothing that has happened has helped.  And Ladybug has not helped at all.  I don't know how to deal with it.

She let me sleep.  But it was not a good sleep.  I woke up feeling exhausted and groggy.  She was raring to go. 

Pool
Pool!
POOL!

We can't go to the pool until we get a few things done.  And by few I mean 20.  I made a list.  Basic things like dishes, laundry, grocery shopping.  I want to get her to the pool but my list is looking impossible.

I asked her to clean up the living room.  I mean all the crap in it is hers.  She has hauled it down to the living room.  She can take it back.  She moans, she complains, she whines, and she finally takes it back upstairs.  And dumps it into her room.  At which point I ask her to clean her room, not surprising.  Well, actually apparently it was a surprise.  She cleans it.  Kind of.  She cleans it several times.

Then it is off to do some chores outside the house.  Trash.  Recycling. Library.  Grocery shopping.  We get in a fight before we even get in the car.  Well more like in the process of getting in the car.  She just keeps twisting her seat belt.  I get it latched and I start to pull out of the parking space and I look back.  That was the problem -- I shouldn't have looked back.  She is twisting it again.  Back in the parking space.  Out of the car.  Fix the seat belt.  And try again.

The trash is dumped off.  Over to recycling...which apparently isn't opened yet.  So I detour to the library.  We need to turn in books -- yesterday -- and get new ones.  It is closed.  Who knew?  Apparently we always went on Saturday.  So I leave the books in the drop and head back to recycling.  Where, apparently, everyone is in such a hurry to get in and out that they are willing to cause chaos.  Just let the person in front do their thing and wait your turn.  But no.  Annoyed!

Off to grocery shopping.  I pull into the lot -- still annoyed.  Ladybug is sleeping.  Maybe food will help.  I need food.  No, not McDonald's.  No, not Wendy's.  No, not Chinese.  We stop at our favorite pizza place.  She gets pizza.  I get a Greek salad.  My mood is improving.  Maybe we can do this.  We play a game with lunch (they have a lot of old picked through games but we find an almost complete deck of cards).

At the end of the meal -- before heading back to shopping -- she asks to go to the bathroom.  I don't understand her love of public bathrooms.  I don't normally let her go alone.  But I do this time.  There are only a few people in the place.  I can see the bathroom door from where I sit.  So I let her do.  I wait...and wait...and wait.  I clean up the table.  And I wait some more.  Seriously, what is she doing in there?  I am getting annoyed again.  Eventually I go check.  And I find her squirting soap all over the walls and wiping them down. 

Why?
Why?!
WHY?


I ask.  She has no answer.  Or more accurately, she refuses to answer.  Mute.  Which pisses me off.  We leave.  In a huff.  I am so not doing anything right, right now.  I am not a good mama of an attachment child.  I try improving the situation.  It is not working.  I don't have the right look.  Or the right posture.  Or the right tone.  So she doesn't respond in the right way.  It goes from bad to worse.  We didn't even make it out of the car at the grocery store. 

She is upstairs in her bed NOT taking a nap right now.  I am pissy and annoyed.  I need to get things done.  But I really just want to throw a fit.

Mean Mama