I am beyond fucking irritated with my life.

1. Noah's potty watch broke. On day fucking two.

2. I though it was a battery issue thus went to a target and a CVS but no luck finding the right battery.

3. I did however find a watch repair shop en route to the next Target. Yay! But the watch repair shop noticed that the a plate that connects the batter to the works was broken.

4. I cannot return the watch because I had to patch together the strap in order to get it to work.

5. Noah is convinced he will have nothing but accidents until a new watch is procured (which actually seems true).

6. I had to come home to get Grace because it was time for the nurse to go home. I checked Toys R Us to see if anyone had a potty watch of some sort. They did have one and at a TRU sort of nearby.

7. So I spent two hours driving to the Toys R Us and getting the watch.

8. however this watch doesn't vibrate. It does flash lights and play music. I'm sure the teachers will not be thrilled but too fucking bad.

9. I am now in search of a child size vibrating alarm watch. There is a Cassio fishing watch and a Timex watch that vibrates but both are too big for Noah. 43 millimeter diameter sounds huge. I could make him wear it was an ankle thing, much like a criminal. AWESOME. Can anyone with better google fu find a vibrating multi-alarm watch for me that won't fall apart. We have a Wobl and it apparently blows.

10. Noah especially gets louder and more irritating and silly as he gets tired. I did not get home until 7:50, which meant breathing treatments for Grace and many mini-meltdowns for Noah. I didn't feed Grace her last meal and I want to bang my own head into a wall.

Sigh.

I once read a scifi story abut a society in which everyone lived in separate houses and never went out or saw anyone else in person;

That's the scenario in "Huddling Place," one of the stories that make up Simak's City. It seems more likely all the time.

So all of this run-around also meant that the grading I had to do tonight and the planning for tomorrow will remain UNDONE while I deal with this.

I can handle my fucked up schedule if nothing ever goes wrong, but when shit like this happens, where I spend 4 hours searching for batteries, watches and rainbow-farting unicorns means everything goes to shit. Which is a problem.

I need a different life.

Uhg. Maybe just get Noah a damned cheapy cell and set the alarm to go every hour or whatever. Less headache the TRU drama? Maybe?

I fucking hate days like that.

I am on the google search.

In the meantime, does anyone live near Tonka Bay, MN? Becausehttp://www.ebay.com/itm/Vintage-1950s-Vintage-Pink-Oven-/160635693535?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item2566a229df#ht_500wt_1181

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the vibrating ones are more expensive - but they might last longer

So the oven still works? CUTE!

Beth, that's the one we had that lasted a day and a half.

How do potty alarms work? Are they periodic, or do they have sensors to tell when the child wets itself?

Kat:

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