You think you had a bad day...
Wow. I would never like to revist yesterday, please and thankyou. My day was just overflowing with challenges, like...way more than anyone should get in one day. I feel like I ran the gauntlet of some twisted game show to determine if you were fit for adulthood. LOL
Keep in mind as I recount the day, that Dennis has been in Vegas since Sunday and I have been a single parent for the week shall we?
~ Our day begins at 6:15am. The alarm is set to go off at 7am, but our day starts at 6:15am because the school's new "emergency notification system" has called my house to announce school will start an hour late due to a structure fire near the bus yard. The road was closed so obviously no busses could get through. Of course you know I couldn't go back to sleep so I laid in bed watching the news until Hope woke up. Get up, get the kids breakfast...blah blah blah.
~ Now, Megan and I have a Christmas party at the library to go to, so I need to get showered and ready, which I do, but now we have this added element of having to wait for Hope's bus before we can leave for the party. Ordinarily wouldn't have even been an issue had school not started late. So anyway, getting out of the house and to the party was harrowing, but we managed, only being a little late. A Mom there asks me my daughter's name. I say,"Hope". My girlfriend Melissa looks at me and says, "That's Megan!" Mother of the year, right here. Forgot which kid I had with me a story hour. I was seven shades of red. And then Santa came to the library and Megan wouldn't go near him...
~ The rest of the morning and afternoon goes ok...until I see a UPS truck turn around in my driveway. I got excited thinking it was one of the kids' Christmas presents I ordered because I knew it was slated for delivery yesterday...but no...the truck whips right by my house and stops midway up the street. So I think nothing more about it until later when I decide to track my package....and it says "delivered". So I go outside in the whipping wind and rain and check my whole outside to see if the package is there. It is not. I now walk up and down the street to see if I can see my package sitting on someone else's steps...I can't. So I decided I'd wait to see if a neighbor brought it by later...if not I'll call UPS in the morning. Dude, this is the ONE thing Hope keeps asking for repeatedly and it has been delivered to the wrong house. I was sweating it...bigtime.
~ I now get Megan up from her nap and get her bundled up to drive to the school to pick Hope up from dance class. Dance class runs late. We finally get home and eat dinner. I load the dishwasher up and run it, put it to do "heated dry" too because lately our silverwear has been getting rusty spots if I don't. A short time later I was getting Megan's tub ready when I started to smell a burning waxy smell. I panic. I start searching for a candle or something lit, even though I know I haven't lit any candles. I ask the kids if they've got candles (which is ridiculous because Hope has never even lit a candle ever). I now run to the thermostat to see if the heat's been running thinking maybe there is a crayon melting into the radiators. No. And the smell is getting stronger and stronger. I finally track it to the kitchen. Searching, searching...smell is getting worse so something is definitely burning...Finally track the smell to the dishwasher, which is running, but it makes no sense to me that it could be the dishwasher. I notice it was on the heat dry cycle so I turn it off and open it up...and there is a sippy cup lip melted to the heating element. SHITFUCKDAMNDAMNDAMN!! I took the dali-esque lid off the element and tossed it in the sink to cool...and opened the windows and turned the exhaust fan on trying to get rid of the smell. And by now Megan's tub has run cold...
~ Sometime during all this I manage to run one load of laundry and get it into the dryer, and start a second load.
~ Both kids make it to bed about a half hour later than I wanted due to the toxic kitchen scenario.
~ 9:30 at night the doorbell rings and it is my neighbor carrying a very soggy package for me. UPS had left it on his back steps (where I couldn't see it) sitting out in the rain. Thankfully it was sorta double boxed so the items inside didn't get wet at all but I now have freaked out children because the doorbell rang at 9:30 at night. Get everyone settled back down. Go look at the heating element some more and scrape off some melted plastic. Decide to further deal with it in the morning through truth be told, I have no friggen idea what to do about it.
~ Cut up some chicken for chicken soup I am making today. Then I head downstairs to switch the laundry again. I open up the washer and see this clear jelly substance...everywhere. WTF...I notice little clear jelly-ish balls on the clothes and I know immediately what's up...oh god no...please don't let it be true. But it is true. A Pull-up diaper has gotten into the wash somehow and those water absorbing goo balls are now all over my washer and my clothes. Seriously. What else could go wrong? Take everything out of the washer....wipe the goo out of the washer...no small task since it's just the most vile thing evar...And of course I have to re-wash everything...which involves shaking each article out over the trashbasket to get the remaining goo balls off before putting them back in the washer for another go...
~10:30 at night I finally sit down with a glass of wine and my pajammas.
I really hope it's a better day today.
Keep in mind as I recount the day, that Dennis has been in Vegas since Sunday and I have been a single parent for the week shall we?
~ Our day begins at 6:15am. The alarm is set to go off at 7am, but our day starts at 6:15am because the school's new "emergency notification system" has called my house to announce school will start an hour late due to a structure fire near the bus yard. The road was closed so obviously no busses could get through. Of course you know I couldn't go back to sleep so I laid in bed watching the news until Hope woke up. Get up, get the kids breakfast...blah blah blah.
~ Now, Megan and I have a Christmas party at the library to go to, so I need to get showered and ready, which I do, but now we have this added element of having to wait for Hope's bus before we can leave for the party. Ordinarily wouldn't have even been an issue had school not started late. So anyway, getting out of the house and to the party was harrowing, but we managed, only being a little late. A Mom there asks me my daughter's name. I say,"Hope". My girlfriend Melissa looks at me and says, "That's Megan!" Mother of the year, right here. Forgot which kid I had with me a story hour. I was seven shades of red. And then Santa came to the library and Megan wouldn't go near him...
~ The rest of the morning and afternoon goes ok...until I see a UPS truck turn around in my driveway. I got excited thinking it was one of the kids' Christmas presents I ordered because I knew it was slated for delivery yesterday...but no...the truck whips right by my house and stops midway up the street. So I think nothing more about it until later when I decide to track my package....and it says "delivered". So I go outside in the whipping wind and rain and check my whole outside to see if the package is there. It is not. I now walk up and down the street to see if I can see my package sitting on someone else's steps...I can't. So I decided I'd wait to see if a neighbor brought it by later...if not I'll call UPS in the morning. Dude, this is the ONE thing Hope keeps asking for repeatedly and it has been delivered to the wrong house. I was sweating it...bigtime.
~ I now get Megan up from her nap and get her bundled up to drive to the school to pick Hope up from dance class. Dance class runs late. We finally get home and eat dinner. I load the dishwasher up and run it, put it to do "heated dry" too because lately our silverwear has been getting rusty spots if I don't. A short time later I was getting Megan's tub ready when I started to smell a burning waxy smell. I panic. I start searching for a candle or something lit, even though I know I haven't lit any candles. I ask the kids if they've got candles (which is ridiculous because Hope has never even lit a candle ever). I now run to the thermostat to see if the heat's been running thinking maybe there is a crayon melting into the radiators. No. And the smell is getting stronger and stronger. I finally track it to the kitchen. Searching, searching...smell is getting worse so something is definitely burning...Finally track the smell to the dishwasher, which is running, but it makes no sense to me that it could be the dishwasher. I notice it was on the heat dry cycle so I turn it off and open it up...and there is a sippy cup lip melted to the heating element. SHITFUCKDAMNDAMNDAMN!! I took the dali-esque lid off the element and tossed it in the sink to cool...and opened the windows and turned the exhaust fan on trying to get rid of the smell. And by now Megan's tub has run cold...
~ Sometime during all this I manage to run one load of laundry and get it into the dryer, and start a second load.
~ Both kids make it to bed about a half hour later than I wanted due to the toxic kitchen scenario.
~ 9:30 at night the doorbell rings and it is my neighbor carrying a very soggy package for me. UPS had left it on his back steps (where I couldn't see it) sitting out in the rain. Thankfully it was sorta double boxed so the items inside didn't get wet at all but I now have freaked out children because the doorbell rang at 9:30 at night. Get everyone settled back down. Go look at the heating element some more and scrape off some melted plastic. Decide to further deal with it in the morning through truth be told, I have no friggen idea what to do about it.
~ Cut up some chicken for chicken soup I am making today. Then I head downstairs to switch the laundry again. I open up the washer and see this clear jelly substance...everywhere. WTF...I notice little clear jelly-ish balls on the clothes and I know immediately what's up...oh god no...please don't let it be true. But it is true. A Pull-up diaper has gotten into the wash somehow and those water absorbing goo balls are now all over my washer and my clothes. Seriously. What else could go wrong? Take everything out of the washer....wipe the goo out of the washer...no small task since it's just the most vile thing evar...And of course I have to re-wash everything...which involves shaking each article out over the trashbasket to get the remaining goo balls off before putting them back in the washer for another go...
~10:30 at night I finally sit down with a glass of wine and my pajammas.
I really hope it's a better day today.