Last night was painful. I don’t write much about this, but I have a mild case of scoliosis. I also have 6 lumbar vertebrae (should only have 5). L6 is malformed and not fused to the coccyx like it should be if it exists. The means a lot of things, but mostly that my curve is not large enough to require repair work and my muscles have compensated by being stronger on one side than the other. I have a large muscular knot on the left side of my back. Last night, I was in so much pain from this condition that I cried out in pain trying to sit down to read stories to Soleil. She immediately started rubbing my back to help me. I had Jay help rub it out, but the muscles are all inflamed right now. I think it is from all of the work I did last week.
So I didn’t sleep well. And when I did, I was awoken, first by Soleil, then by Luna. I finally asked Luna "What are you going to do when Mommy is gone next week?" She looked at me and said "Daddy will take care of us". Ah, yes, Daddy. I bribed her with a popsicle. If she stayed in bed until the sun came up and didn’t ask for mommy or daddy, I would give her a popsicle tonight. It worked. She quieted right down and sometime after I left, she took off her pants and put them back on because this morning both legs were in the same pant leg. (?)
I was still in pain and underslept. Lovely.
We manage to get out to work/daycare late. Great. Without thinking, I head the car towards 128. Omg. What a mistake. It took 50 minutes to make a normal 25 minute drive. We get to the daycare, no parking spots. All of the "Parking for daycare dropoff only" spots are taken. All other spots are taken. Grrr. Go to the next lot. All of the spots except the 6 bank spots are filled. Even though there is a sign that says "bank parking only" I park. I figure, okay, I will feel guilty, so I will use the ATM when I am done. There is a man there who yells at me for parking there. I explain the situation. He cuts me off, telling me he will have me towed. Frick, I don’t have time for this. I finally help Jay get the girls across the street. I run back to the car. I ask the man his name. Get it and tell him that I will be contacting the bank to complain about his rudeness. He comes up to the car and starts banging on the window as I back up. Then he grabs at the side view mirror as I continue to move.
Grrr. This does NOT make my day start well.
I did call the bank and talked to the manager. The guy is supposed to let people stay for 10 minutes, but he had someone lie to him today so he was in a bad mood too. But banging on my window was so not okay…
Sigh. I feel really bitchy today. No wonderful prose from me…just bitching.