Lousy Day

So, I was planning on writing some sweet, sappy post about Dermot's fifth birthday. 5 years and 22 minutes ago, he was pulled out of me quietly. But no, instead I am going to write about what an awful day I had today.

Dermot had requested that Ethan and I take off work and stay home with him. Sweet, right? So we did - especially since tonight's my night class and I wouldn't have seen Dermot except for about an hour this morning. Dermot woke up and ran downstairs to see his presents. We got him four Lego kits. So Ethan started building one while Dermot and I were eating breakfast. Dermot was just in a lousy mood. I don't even remember what happened. I just know that he was talking horribly to me, and that he was being a real jerk. So he got a birthday timeout. It's like he thought that since he was the birthday boy he could be an asshole. Not on my watch little kid.

Then Dermot realized it was video game day. So he and Ethan went to Blockbuster to rent some games and return the old ones. As usual, Dermot got frustrated when things got hard and he ended up yelling at Ethan who was just trying to help him. Then Dermot picked up the Lego kit that I had made (Count Dooku's Solar Sailer which is a piece of crap!) and he broke part of it. Granted, it was two pieces that I had had trouble keeping stick, but still - icing on the cake. This, of course, happened right before I was supposed to go to the knee doctor. So I said "Perfect" and then I left.

I get to the doctor's office and I realize that I only have four bucks on me and they don't take credit cards. I ask where the nearest ATM is. The receptionist tells me it's just down the street, but I couldn't find it. I ended up walking another way and seriously wasting a half an hour just to get ten bucks for my copay. Finally, I see the doctor and get some x-rays. My knees don't have anything wrong with them on the x-ray. I have to do exercises and take some prescription dose naprosyn for ten days to see if that helps. If not, it's an MRI. My knee isn't that bad, but it hurts by the end of the day and it's popping like crazy. It keeps feeling like it's going to give way. After this horrible experience, I was tempted to not go home for a while, but I did. Since I had to go to CVS to get my prescription, I called Ethan to see if he needed anything. He told me that he had given Dermot a time out because he never settled down after the Solar Sailer incident.

I forgot. Also, before I went to the doctor I made Dermot a cake. He had requested a fat-full vanilla cake unlike the usually fat free white cake I make. He wanted a yellow cake like when he turned 3. He also didn't want any frosting on it. So I made him one 9-inch round instead of two. After I got the cake out of the oven, I couldn't get it out of the well greased stupid pan. So the cake is in pieces. It tastes great, but it looks like shit. Dermot wouldn't eat it because it didn't look like the cake from the pictures of when he turned three. I told him that the cake in the picture looked that way because it had FROSTING on it - which he wouldn't eat. So he told me he wouldn't eat the cake.

Things mostly settled down before dinner, although dinner was really late because I just couldn't handle having to think of something to make, trying to make sure that it would make Ethan happy, and then actually also making it. It was that crappy of a day. Now I'm up still up at 11:03 when I should be sleeping because we'll all be up at 6 tomorrow. At least this day is almost over.

I'll write about Dermot's party another time.