Notes on a day #6: Lame mothering edition

You know it's going to be one of those days when:

* You get to your son's first swimming lesson and realize his dry clothes and towel are neatly folded in a bag on the kitchen table 10 miles away. Nice.
* You get to your son's first swimming lesson 10 minutes early only to find out you were actually 10 minutes late. Even though I had on every conceivable calender scheduled "11:50 a.m.-12:10 p.m." the only thing stuck in my brain was that the lesson started at 12:10. Jack had nine minutes of his 20 minute lesson today. So, he got kicked out early and had nothing dry to wear. Thankfully, I always keep a blanket in the car. Just in case.
* You decide that your 11-month-old is responsible enough to feed himself a fruit cup and are dismayed when he rubs it all over his body. Because I didn't have 20 minutes poolside to feed the baby, I drained his peach cup and gave it to him while I drove home, hoping he would just dig in and eat. Lame. Move. Peaches head to toe and everywhere in between.
* You beg your 2-year-old in panties to use the potty and when she refuses, you think she must be OK. Potty training is the pits. Not three minutes later, a puddle appeared on the floor of the Dollar General where, ironically, we were buying stickers to put on the potty chart. "Mommy, I need to go potty." Frustrated, "I respond, "You just did, honey, I'll clean you up when we get to the car." "No, mommy," she says, "I need to use the potty in this grocery store." Frustrated, I respond, "It's too late." As we're walking out, I realized she added #2 to the puddle while we were standing there. My not listening cost Ellie a positive potty moment. Growl to me.

At this point, you throw in the towel and say, "Who wants ice cream?"

Finally, I got something right.