Story Time...Or Not.

Ever since we moved here to DE, I have been wanting to take the boys to Story Hour at the library. But every week I forget, or, on the rare ones I remember, we oversleep or something else happens. Today, finally, we were up and at 'em. I tracked down the many layers involved in getting two young children and an infant out the door, buckles were clicked and clacked and fastened fast, I scurried into my front seat, and turned the key...

..and...

the stupid van wouldn't start. Grrrrrrrr!!!!!! We piled back out of the van, and trudged back inside, dreams of libraries and educational stimulation and GoodWill and maybe even Walmart drifting away on the cold, clothes-piercing wind. I drearily unbuckled the baby and sat down with him, feeling very cranky indeed. Words cannot begin to describe my level of crankiness. The crankiness is abounding.

I suppose I could, say, pick up toys. That would be fun. Or, like, do some laundry. I'm dripping with gleeful delight over this prospect. Maybe I could write some more thank you notes for baby gifts. Or empty the trash. Or scrub the toilet. With a toothbrush.

There's just something about having plans to do something different, going to all the child-ready-ing work to do it - and then suddenly you can't. Makes one feel sort of grinch-like.

I think I'm going to go eat some chocolate and scowl at the dog.