How the Bs Saved my Monday

Mondays are always difficult. I'm sure most of you can relate. But my recent Monday was just HORRIBLE. Imagine starting your morning with a screaming, crying toddler. Yep, I was halfway through slicing my calamansi fruits for squeezing when I heard a scuffle and a panic-stricken "MOM-EEEH!!". This was quickly followed by crying...a lot of crying. Two and a half hours worth of crying! Nope, not an exaggeration. My little angel (I'm calling him that NOW to make up for what I really thought of him THEN) cried from 6:15 to roughly around 8:45am. It was probably a bit longer. Sigh.

I tried every trick in my not-so-thick book of How-To-Be-A-Mommy for dummies. I did the calm, doting, hug-him-while-talking route. Didn't work. I put on my best I-mean-business mommy face on as I explained why he had to get ready for school. Didn't budge. I did the silent treatment. Only made him scream out louder. I changed the topic. Made it worse -- he now cried "Go back to sleep. I'm still sleepy!" and "I want gummy worms. Gummy worms are my favourite!" Ugh. I was failing miserably. This hasn't happened before. I was desperately thinking of ways to calm him down. What to do? What to do? WHAT TO DO?!

He eventually stopped crying. His eyes were red and puffy. He was exhausted and sweaty. We had to give him water during and after his fit to calm him down.

I eventually quit trying. My eyes were red and puffy (yes, I cried **face palm**). 

I was exasperated and hungry. I had to drink coffee to calm me down.

I felt horrible. A failure. A bad mom. How could I let this happen?! He missed summer class for this! Ugh. It still stings when I think about it.

I needed Mishy. My super single-mom friend to not just one, but two kids! Whoah! Yes, she's amazing. We fondly call each other BFF (Yes, it sounds juvenile. Crucify me.) I thought of giving her a call but quickly thought better of it. I had a 10am meeting and I was running late. Calling her from the car seemed a better idea. That didn't happen. I got busy putting makeup on. Oops. Well, traffic was bad so it wasn't really that hard. Ok fine. My bad. Don't do that please. Sorry. **second face palm** I saw Mish at the 10am meeting and told her about my horrific morning. Venting helped. She just smiled and shared her own story of manic mornings with her kids. I felt better. I wasn't alone. Mishy was also a bad mom...hah...just kidding Mish!

We went to a pho place for lunch. I ordered a simple salad with some grilled chicken and guess what...they messed my order up. I LIKED this pho place. I would usually order something more complicated here ...like a real entree...and the one time I order a salad...?!?!...woozah. Mish was there to the rescue. She suggested we get some bubble tea. Sounded lame at the time. I wasn't convinced but I was too frustrated and hungry to argue. **Sure, drink your calories, Velvet...that should do the trick.** Well it did. Told you. Mish IS amazing.

Now it's time to get some real work done. We were anxiously waiting for the elevator when lo and behold... a bright burst of colour hits us. A guy with a big bunch of candy-colored balloons was about to step out. I gave out a loud "WOW" (I couldn't help it...the balloons were too pretty). That kinda stunned him. I honestly think my extra-dilated eyes scared him a bit because he almost instantly offered the balloons to me. Of course, I almost instantly ACCEPTED. Weee! Balloons for P! Oh how happy he'd be! The guy said he was about to throw them out. (What?!?! Why?!?!? How could he do such a thing?!?!?)

So Mish and I made a quick detour to the parking lot and it took us a good 3 minutes to stuff all the balloons in the back seat of my tiny car. 

Happy!!!

I was rejuvenated.

Thanks to barako, my BFF, bubble tea and balloons.

Monday saved.