Terrible Mommy of the Year Award and Efficiency Screw Up


So Friday morning started off rough and the unravelings went on to earn me "Terrible Mommy of the Year Award." Little man and I started off the morning at Pan.era Bre.ad for breakfast because I wanted to get an early start. We had to hit up Ko.hls, Sa.m's Clu.b, and Wal.mart. After eating breakfast we hit up Ko.hls to find a "picture outfit" for baby boy to have his hospital pics taken in and then also a "coming home" outfit. We used the potty before leaving Pan.era but shortly after arriving at Ko.hls Little man said he needed to poop. We headed to the bathroom and he sat for literally one second and said he didn't have to go. I know that it's hard for him to use "big" pottys so I held him and told him to try just a little longer. He wanted to get off and despite me knowing I should have "made" him stay on I let him get off and kinda got agitated that he didn't go. We head back to looking at baby clothes and toys and he was looking at something a few feet away. Literally two minutes later he tells me he pooped his pants. Now I have nothing with me, he's potty trained, hasn't had an accident in FOREVER. I got majorly flustered.

I reacted poorly because I was frustrated that he didn't go the first time we were in there. We went and picked out a pack of underwear and went and paid. I took him to the bathroom and proceeded to change him. Poop was EVERYWHERE. I actually had to stick my hand in the toilet to get all the poop off from it because I didn't want it to drop all over the floor. (Don't worry I washed my hands with tons of soap several times) I yelled though and then felt terrible. I called R crying so that he could talk to Little man and tell him it was an accident and it was okay. Then I apologized to Little man telling him that I was very sorry and that having accidents were okay, but that we need to try to use the potty all the time. I still feel terrible and hope that I didn't scare him for life!!!!

Fast forwarding to Saturday morning the phone rings at 8:30am and it's Citi.group. I don't answer because I'm ticked that they would be calling so early on a Saturday morning and don't think anything of it again. We were gone all day and returned home about 5pm, in which the phone rings shortly after we get home, Citi.group again. I answer it this time and it's a rude guy from collections telling me I didn't pay my credit card bill last month. WTF, yes I did. So I proceed to check my online banking and I did make July's payment, in fact it was early!!!!! So he keeps arguing with me and then tells me that I need to call a different number to clear up this matter. I was so ticked off.

The second person I talked to explained to me that I made the payment one day too early and it went towards June instead of July. I firmly but politely asked him to please change it because I did make the payment, albeit one day early, and he could see my good intentions. He started telling me he could not do that and that I needed to pay $123 to clear this matter up so I told him that if he couldn't help me to transfer me to his manager. He transferred me to his manager which happened to be very friendly and helpful and cleared everything up, but damn that's what I get for trying to be efficient and pay my bills early. Needless to say I will never pay my bills TOO early because they slap late charges on you and up your finance rate, lesson learned the hard way!

We leave for Maryland on Wednesday afternoon and I feel like I have 10 million things to do! I've been sick and feeling like crap so I haven't really felt up to all the cleaning and laundry that's been sitting every so patiently, waiting for me to attend to it. R was amazing and so helpful this weekend but I still have so much to do. This week was a week that I could actually get tutor hours so that cuts down on my free time to get things done because I've been strapped to my computer in the evening. Luckily, I only have two hours tonight and then I'm done for this week. My mom comes tomorrow so having her here should free up some time to clean and get packed. So pray that baby boy doesn't come while we are away and I'll update when we return next Sunday!