O what a day

Do you ever have one of those days where it seems everything goes wrong?

Today I woke up feeling like a train hit me. Actually it started last night. I had an incredibly busy weekend with hardly any breaks. I just kept drinking more and more coffee convincing myself it would all be over soon. One of those weekends where you schedule everything back to back, literally.

So as soon as my last commitment ended, I rushed home, got Sitora ready for bed, and hoped it would be my turn soon. Fat chance. It took Sitora over 2 hours to finally fall asleep on her own, then she woke up about every 3 hours asking for water.

Finally (well, the first time she finally fell asleep) I collapsed in my bed and waited for sleep to arrive. Have you ever been so overtired that you couldn't fall asleep? It's a horrible curse! Your body is dead tired, but for some reason your mind is racing around spinning circles over and over. I was so exhausted that I started crying. I couldn't take it. It was just too much. Finally after Danny massaged my back I was able to fall asleep after 2am.

I realized right before I fell asleep that Sitora was in her last diaper. I'd forgotten to pick up diapers before coming home. It wasn't enough that I'd forgotten my guitar at our meeting place and had to take a taxi and rush back making sure it wasn't stolen. My brain was too fried by that point to remember diapers.

Sitora woke up this morning around 7am. Her diaper was as huge as all get-out and I realized, once again, that we had no more diapers. Our little store downstairs wouldn't be open for another hour or two. Danny got a small towel and wrapped it around like a make-shift diaper, then safety pinned it on. She wore that for a while then went down for a nap. When she woke up from her nap her bed was soaked in pee. I guess our version of "cloth diapers" wasn't so genius after all...

So I got ready for the day, left Sitora with Daddy, then headed out into the public world... despite still feeling dead tired and brain-less. I hopped on the number 177 bus and headed towards the grocery store. My stop arrived so I stood up to cue the bus driver it was time to stop. He didn't get the clue. So I walked up closer to the front of the bus and said, "stop please" in Azeri. He looked a bit annoyed with me (go figure, a bus driver stopping a bus at a bus stop, how horrible!) then slammed on the breaks. I lost my balance and stumbled, almost falling to the floor but caught myself just in time. A man on the bus snickered at me and I felt mortified. I calmly waited for other people to board, then I proceeded to walk down the steps off the bus. Right as I was exiting, the bus driver shut the doors on me! The same man on the bus laughed at me again, and I looked back at the driver like, "why did you do that?" He yelled something I didn't understand then opened the door. I have no clue what he was doing or why. Strange, strange man.

Later on today, I was taking my laundry out of the washing machine. Immediately my eyes were drawn to one of Sitora's outfits that is my favorite. It is orange and white striped on the top with orange and white circles on the skirt. It's from Children's Place in America and she wore it for our family photos this summer. All the white parts had turned a yucky muddy grey color. I focused my eyes on the machine trying to figure out what went wrong, and I saw Sitora turned the temperature dial to 90 degrees CELSIUS when I wasn't watching. ugh.

The night ended much better than the day... we walked along the Boulevard with our friends and their son and then went to our city's newest mall. We got yelled at by a security officer for letting our kids play on the grass. Apparently here, grass is only to look at. None of this "enjoying nature stuff"...

I'm assuming tomorrow will go better than today. Let's hope for it :)