Seattle, WA Day 3

This morning the boys woke up hungry and ready to play some Wii games. What more do little bit need? After getting them fed and dressed, we drove over to one of the Malls so that Jan could return a pair of dress pants for Conner. Whole there Lauren insisted dragging Aysia to Forever 21 with her to look around. Meantime, the boys and I made ourselves to the food court to satisfy Alec's pretzel craving. He nearly ate the entire cup full to himself as Aidan enjoyed a pretzel pizza. I admit that the pizza looked very delicious. Since it was lunchtime anyways, I treated everyone to lunch at this Pandora bread food place (I don't know it's actual name). Not long after that we headed straight for home to catch up with Courtney who would have just arrived either from school , work or both. The next plan for the day was to travel northward on I5 to Mt. Vernon to jungle Playland. The drive was near an hour and once we arrived the parking lot looked pleasantly quite and promising to be a nice quiet experiences for the adults. As we pulled up, parked and walked in, a gentleman quickly greeted us and said the place closed at 3:00 on. We arrived at 3:30 pm. This guy was so nice he said, "I'll be here for another 30 minutes so the children are welcome to play during that time at no charge.". In but a moments tine the kids darted off to start their adventure. Sock required--mind you! Just as we were gather the kids up at the 30 minute mark, Alec had an unusual scent venting from his hind end. Turns out he pooped himself pretty good. This is even after two earlier episodes where he at least made it to the toilet but, left streaks behind. I was already upset that he partially crapped himself twice earlier so I specifically pulled him aside just prior to entering Playland and made him promise me that he would not poop in his underwear but that he'll come and get me if he needed to go. Just as we made the last call for everyone to go one more time down the slide or whatever, Alec most likely scaled the top and had a blowout. When discovered I immediately took him to the restroom to survey the damage. The blowout was significant enough to justify tossing his undies into the garbage. The mess was pasty and nasty to clean up. I don't like how I reacted and how I treated him over the next couple of hours. It's one of those shameful moments I wish didn't happen--ever. Upon arriving at home Jan prepared a quick but very satisfying dinner of rice. Chicken patties,and green beans. Byron stepped in and heated up leftover corn beef and cabbage too. At 7:30 pm Byron and I took the kids to Lake Stevens high school to do a little playing in their swimming pool. Everyone had a blast. Poor little Alec could understand why we had to leave so quickly. He wondered the same thing when we travelled at that way for a 30 minute session at Playland too. Ahhh...my boys are obsessed with watching Netflicks, playing the Wii and iPhone. It's beginning to get out of hand. I've at least tried getting Aidan to commit to me reading chapter (or more) from s book Jan started reading to them the night before. I'll continue this tomorrow so see how all this works out. This morning I confirmed a phone interview for tomorrow, Friday, with Jeff Hawkins, who represents GenMark Diagnostics out of Carlsbad, CA. Tomorrow will be an exploratory Interview for the both of us. I'm to call him at his office number at 9:00 am (PST). Still no Roche position posted yet. What a disappointment! And, I'm not particularly ready for Wednesdays R&D presentation either. This trip is exhausting to me physically and emotionally. I'm trying to do as much possible with kids so that Jan doesn't feel like she has to step in since Rebecca stayed home. I still don't like the idea of dishing the kids with Lauren and Courtney so that I can runoff fishing with Bryon on the Columbia River (4 hour drive to the south near Portland, OR.). Jan normally works Saturdays; however, she has made arrangement for someone work for her but it costs her $100. Now I feel especially bad. All in all I have felt uncomfortable about the fishing trip. Now I spend much of my time trying to convince myself they'll be fine and I'll be fine. The pressures of lacking money isn't helping me feel any better either. Charging anything to the American Express and burning up my liquid cash in my checking account is paying it's toll. I am extremely nervous on how to pay for and keep up with these immediate expenses. I hate that I don't make enough to live comfortably! I am and asshole through and through.!