Mommy, Molly, and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

Normally I can tell when a day is going to be bad because Molly wakes up before she should, but today hit me in the face with a 2x4.

7:20 - My Molly alarm goes off.  Everything goes swimmingly and I actually think "thank goodness those teeth stopped bothering her!"

8:45 - I try to blow dry my hair only to find that my blow dryer has up and quit.  To be fair, it gave me one-day's notice as yesterday it didn't work until I physically shook it.  Still, bad hair is acceptable.  Molly generally doesn't care and I think I've set the new standards around here so low that Ryan is just pleased if I've showered.

10:40 - Molly goes down for a nap and I settle in to work.

40 MINUTES LATER

11:18 - Molly Amelia Flynn is up from her nap and pissed.

11:25 - She isn't putting herself back to sleep so I go upstairs and try to help her.

11:45 - I quit trying.  She's up.

11:46 - Molly needs a diaper change.  I undress her (more pissed).  I change her diaper (more more pissed).  I try to put her outfit back on her (more more more and physically pissed).  I get a different outfit thinking maybe that will help. (Super way very very pissed and now in a full blown temper tantrum.)

You always see pictures of her like this.

So here is Molly Hyde.

After she got a grip on herself, we ate (also a fiasco) and we went to the store.

1:30 - Anderson's fails to have cornish hens and a turkey breast, the two things Ryan has requested for dinners this coming week.  I've already checked Kroger so I'm onto store number three.

2:25 - Walmart has them, finally!

2:45 - On the way home from the store, we almost get into a terrible terrible accident.  Someone tried to turn left from a side street into my lane of traffic.  They had floored it to get across the other two lanes before oncoming traffic so they were going very fast.  In the normal world, I would have thought he was just trying to make it to the middle lanes to wait for our side to clear but this is Toledo and Toledo has - hands down - the worst drivers on the planet.  I was ready and as he didn't stop at the middle (of course) I swerved out of my lane into the right lane (whose driver luckily slammed on his brakes to avoid hitting me) and laid on my horn.  Ugh.  

Things seemed to be calming down when we got home.  Molly took a good nap, I got some work done, Ryan gets a little break from work and swings by to see us.

5:45 - I hear a knock on the door.  Through some minor trickery, I find a Kirby vacuum salesman doing his song and dance in my living room.  It was a two hour affair so I'll just hit the high points:

- He knocks his dust rags (shown below) over twice sending the newly-picked-up dirt all over the place.

- There is that much dirt (x2 as that is only half of them) left on the floor after I vacuum.

- He gets his hair stuck on our drapery tieback when he tries to plug in the vacuum.  His head was stuck to my wall and he couldn't get it loose.  I had to go over and untangle it.

- I had to feed Molly in the middle of this while he continued talking and vacuuming.
- Molly decided to practice one of her newer tricks and "shhhh" him (complete with finger to the lips) multiple times.
- As we near what I feel like should be the end, I tell her that we'll go up to bed as soon as the vacuum man goes bye bye.  She points at him and starts waving.  Ryan and I laugh and then have to explain to the vacuum man that she was trying to tell him to leave.

By the time he goes, it is past Molly's bedtime so she doesn't get a bath and we don't have time to cook our planned dinner.

And, we couldn't drop the money on the clearly amazing vacuum that found all that dirt.

Molly eating during the vacuum show....I also just noticed that it appears our house is about to be completely devoured by that vine monster outside the window.

Tomorrow can only go uphill.