TheBanyanTree: A note from my daughter to share

[Sheri Baity]

 I had sent my daughter a joke the other night entitled "You think you are having a bad day?"  And the next day this was her response.  She thought you all might enjoy it... grins


Dear Mom,
I woke up at 4 am today.  I never should have opened my eyes.  My husband was standing there smiling at me.  "Oh so you didn't need a ride from work after all, Ben brought you home?"  I asked.  "Well actually I got off of work three hours ago.  I called a bunch of times but you never answered the phone, so when Ben finally got off work he gave me a ride."  OOOPPPSSS....  Sorry babe.  Ok nothing like starting off the day right.  He told me not to worry about it, he wasn't mad or anyinthg, just tired.  
    So he and I went out to breakfast and we talked about his night at work and mine at home.  Then the talk runs into the day to come....  I told him Chris (my 12 year old) had a Doc appt at 9 Am.  He just looks at me and says...  "Umm, I thought you were supposed to have the car at home all morning"  What for?  "The glass company is coming to fix the windshield remember?"   DAMN!   Ok so 8Am rolls around I call the glass company, they bump me back a few on the list and I don't have to reschedule the kid's appt.  

    So while my husband and daughter sleep I get Chris up and into the shower.  Spare time, great!  I'll clean the house.  I pick up the seemingly endless supplies of toys and clothes and dirty dishes that litter my living room, dinging room and kitchen.  I go up stairs heading to the bath room, my daughter has trashed her room again!!!  Toys and clothes are wall to wall.  I figured since she's sleeping with Daddy I'll pick  her room up quickly.  My back is now killing me from all the bending over, but atleast it's done.  Ok Chris is ready to go, house is clean, I'm feeling proud for all I've acomplished in such a short time!  

   Out the door we go, to the doc's, Chris gets his Hep B vacine and we're on our way.  Chris forgets his cafeteria card for school, stop back at the house, head towards school.  

    An idiot in a white sedan pulls out of the allyway and nearly runs into the passenger side of my car.  I honk and curse under my breath while my son babbles on about Yu-Gi-Oh cards.  

    We go a few more blocks.  Another idiot pulls out and I have to swirve to miss hitting her car.  This time I honk my horn and curse and swear out the window.  I look at my son and he is sitting there looking at me almost stunned by the amount of fowl words flying out of my mouth.  OOPPPSSSS!  "If you ever repeat those words I'll kill you!"  He just grins and starts talking about Play station games he wants for christmas.  

    We get to the school and I sign him in.  I get home.  As I'm putting my keys into my purse, I see that I never handed the school his shot record, so I'll have to remember to send that in with him tommorrow.  Damn!   

   I hear MOMMY!!!  I look up.  My daughter is standing there on the porch in just a diaper.  It's 45 degrees outside!  Bug get in the house!!!  I walk her back inside and see that she has obviously been busy playing while Daddy sleeps soundly.  The living room that I just finished cleaning only an hour earlier is again an endless supplies of clothes, toys and dirty dishes.  

    I contimplate killing my husband, but then I figure if I kill him now I won't get the insurance money since the policy doesn't start covering him until december.  He lives another day.  Bug drives me nuts for a few hours, insisting that her and I play with every toy in the house.  The place is a wreck, but she's happy.  

    I wake up Darryl, time for him to get ready for work.  I see bug also trashed her room.  She keeps on saying something about Poopy.  I go in there and ask her to tell Mommy where the poopy is, cause It's not in her diaper.  She points to the floorand a pile of clothes.   I start moving clothes and sure enough. Potty training nightmare 101.  A little pile of poopy is sitting there underneath what used to be clean clothes.  Oh Bug!  You poopy in the potty not on the floor.  I clean up the mess and tell her to put her toys and clothes away.  NO!  was her response.  I ask her four more times, no  everytime.  At this point I'm too annoyed to tell her again.  I tell Darryl to ask bug to clean her room.  Ok Daddy.  And she Does it!  "How do you do that?!"  "I'm Daddy"

    I'm hungry, so we decide to go to Wendy's.  We get just a few blocks away and he see construction up ahead.  He insists that we divert from our origional plan and go to burger king, citing that he'll be late for work if we're stuck in traffic for too long.  I get angry in an instant, make a right hand turn and tell him, fine he has his own way.  He looks bewildered and tell me he's sorry.  I told him I was sorry too.  I'm thinking to myself, Why did I get so mad?  I like burger king better any way.  It's just a few blocks farther than I was going to go.  Look at that car in the intersection it doesn't look like she's going to stop.  Is my light red?  Nope it's Green. Ok she's stopping.  OMG She's going!  BRAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"



    Yup!  It happened again.  This woman decides to cross traffic right in front of me, I'm going straight, a little above the speed limit, but I have the rightaway. I know cause my light was green!!  I had to slam on the brakes!  I mean Slam!  I My car had to come skreeching to a complete stop to avoid hitting her car, which I might add, she just kept on going.  I sat there in the middle of the road just stunned for a minute, watching her drive off,  then I finally started going again.  My front bumper came within inches of her car.  I kid you not!  My heart was still poundning in my ears an hour later.  I did the safety check.  Bug you ok? Darryl you ok?  I'm ok.    Well I guess we know the brakes work.  

    I'm driving along thinking to myself that if I had just ignored him and waited through construction, we would have missed that near accident.  Maybe that's why I was so annyoed with him in the first place, I some how knew that we were going to get into an accident if I listened to him.  Bastard!  What do men know anyway.  I vow to never listen to passenger seat drivers again.  Mean while my husband spills hot coffee on himself.  We get to burgerking, he spills soda on himself.  We get to his buddies house to drop him off for his commute to  work and he hits his head on the door, knocking off his safety glasses, bends over to get them and hits his head on the door again when he stands up.  I inform him that he's an accident waiting to happen.  He comes around to my side of the car and leans in to hug my he hits me in the face with the brim of his baseball cap, giving me a fat lip.  He kisses it better and I laugh at him Tell him to have a safe day at work.  I also told him that I'm going right home and staying as far away from him as possible, just incase he's the bad luck bear today.  *Grins*  

I've been home for about an hour and a half and so far nothing dangerous, bad or evil has happened, maybe it was him....  *grins* 



Love, Jamie      

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