Another day, another meltdown!

So Alexandra is still a sick puppy and now her brother has joined her in sick bay. Today was not the best of days. My paraskavedekatriaphobia that had previously never shown itself, came out and bit me today. I am not really superstitious but days like today make me wonder! It started off in the normal way. Made breakfast, woke up children, chugged coffee. The crap hit the fan when I tried to dress Alex. She was not interested at all. Normally I mention the words school and bus and she is ready to roll but today not so much. So I force her into clothes and make myself believe she is going to be fine once the bus gets here. Not so much. Feeling like a crappy mother is not a new feeling to me but I really felt it this morning as the bus pulled away and not so much as a wave from my little cockle. I knew without a doubt that I would be going to get her in no time so I put Owen into the car and awaited the call. It came about 10 minutes later so off to school we go - whee! I arrive at school to find her teacher cleaning out her locker - today is her last day and that is sad. I had heard this may be a possibility but nothing had been confirmed so I felt a little sideswiped. She will be starting at another school Monday which is much better equipped for her needs. Although it is a great move for her, a part of me was so sad to see all her things being placed into a plastic bag and being handed to me. A strange feeling of rejection which was neither warranted or justified. Sad. Owen makes a call that there is no way he is going back home after such a short jaunt so I figure why not take them for a ride - bad plan! In my hazy brain state of late, I have been finding myself not quite as organised as before. I drive up the Kitsap peninsula, across the Hood Canal Bridge and onwards towards the Olympic peninsula - it is a beautiful day for a ride and the scenery is always pretty! After passing the point at which I normally turn around, and filled with a bravado that has no place in one so timid, I decide to continue along the road. I notice that traffic is lighter and anything but trees and fields would be hard to find. The kids are happy in the back, watching a video, drinking juice and occasionally looking out at the scenery (okay I said that to make myself feel better - there could be a brick wall there for all the notice they are taking of the outside world). At the very moment I am thinking I may have gone a little too far, the gas light comes on. Yes I really am that stupid! Panic sets in and I try to think of how long my owners manual says I have left in the tank when the light comes on. For some reason, 11 miles comes to mind. I have seen nothing approaching even an exit off the road in over 11 miles so I am not crapping my pants. I look at my phone and of course there is not so much as a tiny bar to indicate the slightest reception. A horror movie is unfolding in my mind and it is not pretty. I realise that I would not make it back to where I think the last gas station may or may not have been so I press on. Long story short, one side road, a country lane, not one person or building and about 12 miles later, I see what I believe to a Chevron sign up in the distance. It is, I make it, I fill her up and I get home with two children none the wiser that their mother is an idiot!
The afternoon was not too much better and included two meltdowns from Alexandra, two meltdowns from me and two sent to his rooms for Owen. The pediatrician was unable to see Alex until Monday which was the cause of my first meltdown - probably need to find another Doctor after that little outburst! The inability of someone to answer a simple question was the cause of the second outburst. I find people to be the main cause of my frustrations most days. I can usually gauge what my children will do and when they will do it. I can tell when Alex is going to throw herself on the floor and have a meltdown. I can tell when Owen is going to be a complete shit and have a tantrum. These things frustrate me but I can tolerate them because I know why they happen. What I cannot tolerate is people who promise to call you back and don't. People who treat you as though you are a source of annoyance to them - when in fact you are their source of income. Oh people - why?