Do over

Have you ever had one of those days that nothing seems to go right? I honestly hadn't had one in a long time, so I guess I was due. It all started with the oncoming typhoon. It's supposed to hit us on Friday, so I thought I'd go to the self help store this morning and pick up sandbags. I had no clue that I would be 5 months pregnant, standing in the sand pit in flip flops and a skirt shoveling my own bags. Don't they have any pre-made? Thank goodness Mary was content to sit in the car in the a/c and watch. I guess the local Japanese maintenance workers felt bad for me (or wanted to see my amazing cleavage up close) cause they rushed over to help after I had filled 5 bags (5 more to go). They took the shovel from me and took over. Thank goodness. Next stop was the grocery store to buy non-perishables. It was crazy busy, but Mary was so good sitting in the cart that it made it much easier. We then went to our friend's birthday party where I proceeded to fall on my butt on the sidewalk while getting Mary out of the car. Now I have a nice imprint of asphalt on my as..er..right cheek. The day would have been ok if Mary hadn't decided to bite the birthday boy on his face for no apparent reason. I was mortified and horribly embarrassed. Maybe it's the raging hormones or maybe it's because the boy's mom cried, but I just lost it. I couldn't stop crying. I rushed out of there as fast as possible. I felt so bad. I know she was tired. I know she's teething. I know it's a "stage" she's going through, but I just want it to stop. Mary was supposed to go back to the boy's house this afternoon while I went to my doctor's appointment, but there was absolutely no way I was going to send her there. I took her with me and guess what? They had no record of my appointment. Somehow, I wasn't in the computer. Why wasn't I surprised? It was that kind of day. The lady rescheduled me for Monday and said, "I'll give you a reminder card so you won't forget." I wanted to shout, "I didn't forget this appointment!" But I didn't. I thanked her and left. And I thanked Mary for not being an absolute terror. We picked up the mail and I grabbed a pizza for dinner (I was not cooking after today) and headed home. The wind picked up and it rained off and on. It was a little after 4pm when we returned and I saw on my e-mail that the caterer decided she needed payment and a signed contract for Doug's party on Saturday today. Sigh. Back in the car we go...in the rain. Can I have a do over?