Always drive to the conditions--freaky creepy NZ accident prevention billboard.

It's all stupid shit that doesn't matter at all but have me all atwitter.

1. I didn't get enough sleep.

2. Noah has been extremely two today.

3. The shoe store for Noah, which used to open at 9, now opens at 10, which I didn't know until I got there.

3B. Barnes and Noble is not to the West of the shoe store. Rather, it's to the east. 7 miles down Ventura Blvd proved that to me.

4. The assholes in Barnes and Noble's parking lot. I could elaborate but why?

5. The woman at the shoe store did NOT listen to me.

6. Noah's feet are average size. For a one-year-old. Unfortunately, Noah doesn't walk or act like a one year old and he needs the additional support that the larger shoes have but the little one's don't.

7. I didn't WANT sandals. I certainly didn't want $54.99 sandals for a two-year-old. And yet, I somehow bought them (didn't realize the price until after I paid for them).

8. The sandals are velcro which he will pull off in like a millisecond. And then he will throw them at the back of my head. Which he did, more than once.

9. I have to return these terrible sandals, but they don't give refunds, just store credit and I need the kid with me for the return. So NOW I have to take him again.

10. I can't believe I didn't just say no. I'm a fucking moron.

11. My library card has expired (they expire?). My ID has my old address and I had nothing with me that proved my new one. So now I need to go back AGAIN later to get a new card.

12. Essentially every errand I did today has gone very wrong.

13. I am supposed to be at cheerleading practice right now. But I'm not going. I know it's irresponsible and it makes me a disappointment, but I don't get PAID to do this and I have nothing new to do/teach/tell/show these girls.

14. I have to go to cheer camp, without kids because the school won't pay for it, on Friday through Monday. But really, it's only on Friday. Because Saturday I have a meeting at the hospital. Sunday I'm going camping with my son and my girl.

ARGH. Crabby. of my own making.

I totally understand if this is TLDR.

Ugh, Kat. I've had days close enough to that to hate today on your behalf.

just store credit and I need the kid with me for the return.

This is utter bullshit. What the hell, shoe store?

(And this kind of behavior from kids shoe stores is why I buy all Dylan's shoes at Payless.)

joins Jessica.

all hail the payless (even though we sometimes have to buy 2 pairs to get a set that fits).

That sounds like Stride Rite insanity, Kat! All that stuff piling on is enough to make the average person go into a fetal position.

FWIW, I've totally made a purchase like that. It happens. But I think any store that sells kids' stuff should have liberal return policies.

Still no call from the nephew yet.

I don't think I should have mentioned my hatred of the Green Lantern in my dating profile. No one wants to kiss me, but they all want to debate the merits of the green bastard, and whether or not Aquaman sucks more.

I love that you put your hatred of Green Lantern in your dating profile.

Of course, I can't date you (although I would if I could), so the fact that I love it really doesn't mean shit.

(Aquaman TOTALLY sucks more.)

Jess, I've actually been really happy with their service prio to this. They have never tried to sell me such a shitty pair of shoes before.

I went in asking for lace ups and she didn't listen. She was like, well, his feet will be hot, here are sandals, or how about these velcro tennis shoes. I WANT laceups, bitch. Though we had been looking at sandals before.

My day care provider was "Oh hell no. Those are bad."

I should have just said, no. DAMN.

I try on at Stride Rite and then buy the same shoes (sometimes last year's version) on ebay, often brand new, for $10. I've also really liked Lands End kid's shoes, which are sometimes on super-sale at Sears.

My kids, of course, would live in crocs and flip-flops.

In the year or so before he died, my dad mentioned wanting velcro shoes, because tying or buckling shoes with arthritic fingers was a pain. Maybe you could find a really tiny-footed senior to sell them to, Kat.

But I'm sorry your day has sucked.