In Which I Suck At My Job

The past week I have been just barely floating along in the mom department. I’m sick and Sam is sick and we are both so grumpy. He is communicating really poorly. I am not much better (though at least I have not stopped speaking English). We have hardly left the house, we have watched too much television (all Star Wars all the time), and I have spent nearly every minute wanting a nap (and a few more wishing everyone would leave me alone).

Today I was determined to do better. We took a brief desert trip on Saturday and Sam was in absolute heaven, which made it perfectly clear just how miserably bored he’s been at home. I’ve got tons of plans for when I feel better, but it couldn’t wait.

So we got dressed and drove to the Autry. Which is closed on Mondays.

Oh, and Sam fell asleep in the car on the way there. If Sam naps, he doesn’t go to bed at night.

I drove around Burbank for about ten minutes, furious at myself for not checking museum hours (I could have sworn they were open 7 days), and then turned around and drove back through Griffith Park.

Ah-ha! I thought. The Observatory is in Griffith Park, and even if it is not open I’m pretty sure the grounds will be. Sam would love the view(s)!

Well. The Observatory is not open on Mondays, and while the grounds are open the view is not worth it when it suddenly starts pouring down freezing rain with high-power winds. Sam clung to me and cried as I ran back to the car.

So we came home and he is watching The Empire Strikes Back. I won’t even mention that I took a wrong turn leaving the Observatory and came down a winding road that was partially flooded. The whole story loses credibility at that point, because how bad could my luck be?

7 thoughts on “In Which I Suck At My Job

  1. allison

    February 9, 2009 at 7:22pm

    You did your best. I mean, is it your fault all the stars, gods and museums were aligned against you? I think not. (hug)

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  2. ChiaLynn

    February 9, 2009 at 7:44pm

    It only loses credibility there if a genetically-engineered, flesh-eating, semi-amphibious kangaroo rose up out of the swampy morass and sexually assaulted your car, while you shrieked in terror and Sam giggled about it.

    Unless, of course, that actually happened, in which case I totally believe you.

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  3. Cazzle

    February 10, 2009 at 1:32am

    Oh, dear god. Sounds like your week was even more frustrating than yesterday was for me. {{{hugs}}}

    I admire your dedication in the face of the universe being a total ass. At least you guys got out of the house for a little while??

  4. B

    February 10, 2009 at 5:38am

    I say the only way you’d truly have sucked at your job, is if you realized Sam was stir crazy and said, “Screw it” and found a way for him to sit and watch Barney all day (meaning something awful, and something he wouldn’t even likely enjoy).

    So no, you don’t suck. You’ve been sick and thankfully, R2D2 exists to get you guys through it and yes, at least you got out. And most importantly, at least you tried.
    And at least you got good blog fodder from it. But that’s really not important – just the bright side to a shit day like yesterday.

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  5. Lucretia

    February 10, 2009 at 10:45am

    For what it’s worth, I don’t think you suck. You engaged with him and made an effort to be with him.

    My best memories from childhood are made of that, despite the bees that tried to kill us on a woodland walk, the food poisoning we all got on our first disastrous holiday abroad, us sitting laughing under a tarpaulin as the inevitable Scottish rain falls on us as we eat fish and chips.

    My dad has a saying “You see – we’re all having fun now aren’t we?!” It makes us normal, and not spoilt. I hope I am not stepping out of line by saying that these are the happy experiences that will make Sam’s childhood memories, and show him that life is imperfect, but you can find fun.

  6. mister dad

    February 11, 2009 at 11:12am

    wow… my Sam’s a not-so-good communicator, although mine’s a girl. and i’m a dude. nevertheless, my irish head bonks with her german such, and we count on that “daze” to slow us down enough to recognize the impact it has on us both. i guess i’m thankful for that… sometimes one has to be bumped in the head, at wit’s end, too tired to care and so forth to be able to stagger and refocus.

    the truth is you do care, and do not suck. joy comes in the morning, or perhaps the next…

    mister dad’s last blog post..i gotta say something… non-editorial-like, ya know?

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