The best laid plans...

Bear with me here. If you HATE old british poetry, then you can just skip this poem but make sure to take note of the BOLD part.

To A Mouse
Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim'rous beastie,
O, what panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
I'm truly sorry Man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request:
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an' wast,
An' weary Winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
That wee-bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald.
To thole the Winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!
But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men,
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

Well, good for you if you made it thru the whole poem. And doubly good of you actually understood it.

Okay, well most of that has absolutely nothing to do with my post. Except that my wonderful plans for Retail Therapy have been ruined. The best laid schemes of o' mice an' men gang aft agley. Or the modern translation: the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Oh, the wonderful plans, how i looked forward to it! how sad, how sad. Now i'm extremely bummed out. Here's a brief description of my morning/early afternoon--

-We spent way too much time getting ready. Its never easy to just run out the door when you have a toddler to get ready.
-On the drive, i noticed some rain drops. So what? Well, our car is dying in so many ways. And the most recent is that the windshield wipers dont work anymore. ICK!
-I kept driving, debating what to do. It stopped drizzling then gave a few more sprinkles, then stopped, on and on
-I finally decided to turn around; i didnt want to get stuck in Reading area b/c of rain.
-Drove the 20 minutes back home.
-Went to "the car hospital" and got a guy to fix it. Only took 5 minutes and $5. But by that pt it was futile to go out again; it was then 12:00
-Came home, had lunch.
-Erica decided to be ill-tempered. I HATE IT when she pushes me and hits me b/c she wants her own way. I'm at a loss for what to do/ how to handle it. But one thing is sure: i dont give in
-1:00 i decided to put her in her room. She slept in the car, so i wasnt sure if she'd take a nap...
-She's not napping. She's up there crying.

ARGGGGGGG!

i want to curl up and cry--

or at least crawl into my bed.

i want freedom!