Crummy Day

Jalal spent part of the morning dealing with some very frustrating work issues.

We spent most of the afternoon on the phone with insurance companies and doctors' offices.

While Jalal made dinner and I fed Maddie, the doorbell rings. It's two little kids from the neighborhood to tell us that they've broken Quinn's bike. After stealing it from our front porch, they broke the pedal off and threw it into the sewer. Can't find parents; don't know where they live.

A few minutes later, Quinn drops a wine glass on the floor and shatters it. I sweep it up.

While eating dinner, Maddie starts to cry in her swing. I go to give her paci back to her and notice that she has completely overflowed her diaper, all over her clothes and her brand-new swing. I take her, Jalal takes the swing. We clean it up while Quinn finishes dinner and continues to ask, "Mama, what's happening?"

Jalal goes into the kitchen to get a washcloth for the swing straps, the ones that won't come out of the frame, and steps on a piece of glass. I spend the next 10 minutes unsuccessfully digging into his heel trying to find the glass shard.

Um, yeah, we're going to hope tomorrow is a better day. Can't get a whole lot worse. Love, Us.