Wednesday, March 3, 2010

One of Those Days

You know the kind I mean. I should have stayed in bed. It started at 6:00 am. Or it would have, if I hadn't overslept until 6:17. Those of you who have to get up in the morning for work or school or kids know exactly what I'm talking about. Nowhere is that 17 minutes as important as when you're trying frantically to get out the door. This morning I was treated to, "Why'd you wake me up so laaaaaaate?!" and "Moooooommmmm! I've told you I want to get up at six! Weren't you listening?!" before I even had my coffee. Nothing like grumpy kids to start off the day.

The only thing that would make it better is if they both had mild colds--not enough to stay home, but enough that they didn't at all want to go to school. (They stayed home yesterday. They'd have to have had the plague to make me let them stay home again today.)

Why did I oversleep? Well, I'm sure it had nothing to do with the dog digging at her ear at 2:00 this morning, or the other dog licking her butt all bloody night long.

This morning I decided to paint the ceiling in my new craft room. Fun, right? I was totally looking forward to it. But things quickly took a turn for the worse. I couldn't find my edger, so I figured I'd just freehand it. Umm. Yeah. That didn't work out so well. But it gets better. On one of my thousand trips up and down the ladder for a paper towel to wipe off the "oops," I stepped backward and knocked something over with my foot. Something that was right on the edge of the drop cloth. Something that, naturally, tipped over onto the carpet, not the drop cloth. Something--and I'm sure you won't be surprised--that turned out to be a full gallon of paint!

My cry of dismay brought my husband running (it was a loud cry, and very dismayed), and I will be grateful until the day that I die that the wonderful man hung up on his biggest client with a hurried, "I have an emergency; I'll call you back," to come to my rescue. I'm usually pretty good in a crisis, but this had me completely flummoxed. I remember standing there, staring at the spreading pool of paint, and saying, "I don't even know where to start!" Fortunately, my darling husband, who gets ultimate husband points, didn't even blink. 15 minutes and a lot of paper towels later, we had it cleaned up, thanks to our trusty carpet shampooer.

Fifteen minutes after that, I moved the drop cloth over and discovered some of the paint had soaked through. Lather, rinse, repeat.

You'd think I would give it up at that point, but apparently I have a masochistic streak. Despite the fact that the painting was not going well, I pressed on. I now have paint on my Birkenstocks, my socks, my pants, my shirt, and several of my towels. At least the paint job sucks.

Oh, and did I mention my washer is broken again? If you don't hear from me for a few days, send help. I'll be under the massive pile of unwashed laundry, including the pee soaked towels from the on-going pissing contest between Heidi and Sam. Oh, and I'll be naked, because I'm out of clean clothes. Brace yourselves.

Since my scooter is also in need of repairs (sniff!), I walked Heidi down to the school to pick up Younger Son. I suppose he might have been more ticked off if I'd thrown out his favorite toy, but not by much. He kept up a steady commentary all the way home: "I told you I wanted you to drive! Tomorrow you'd better bring the car! I feel like there's an arrow in my side. I'm starving. I'm hot. I can't breathe. I'm going to die in two more steps! No, one! And then you'll have to carry my body all the way home. My legs hurt! My lungs hurt! I can't walk any more. I'm staying right here. You can't make me walk home. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm dying!" Did I mention it's less than half a mile from the school to our house? It took us 20 minutes to get home. It felt like three hours.

Hubby announced we were having company for dinner. Older Son had a one-hour class this afternoon, so I ran him up and hurried home to get dinner started. I sent hubby to pick up Older Son at 5:00. He came back without Older Son. I forgot his class was two hours today.

I have a big glass of wine and some Godiva chocolates. I won't be getting out of bed tomorrow. If I can actually make it up the stairs to bed.


Wanderingcatstudio said...

Have another glass of wine! And I am the messiest painter in the world - so I understand - I wear more paint than I get on the walss

Chrisknits said...

You absolutely have my day beat! I only angered a Witchy English teacher, who hopefully won't take it out on my daughter. Had to ride herd on two 6th grade assemblies where the 6th graders would not be quiet! And missed a nap due to dealing with the witchy English teacher. This was after a sleepless night, so I really did not like missing that nap! Hope your day is spotless tomorrow.

Anonymous said...

I'm really sorry your day sucked so badly, but this post? Hugely entertaining. Hope tomorrow is better (but if it sucks, I look forward to the blog post about it).

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Mary-Kay said...

That was a hilarious re-cap of a VERY bad day. I would guess you need more than one glass of wine after that! Hope today is better!

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Tracy said...

Wow, I'm frazzled just reading about it!

5elementknitr said...

Whenever my boys have a bad day I always tell them, "Bad days happen. Tomorrow will be better."

Raise a glass to tomorrow being better!

trek said...

You definitely have my sympathy (working through non-bloggable stress here) and you surely deserve to stay in bed tomorrow.

If you can't stay in bed, at least go back to bed after the kids leave for school.

SwissKnits! said...

No pictures?


I hope tomorrow is better... it has to be right?

Khalila said...

What are you putting in those washer machines? I think you need to buy one of those big industrial ones to keep up with your acts of kindness towards animals. What can I do to help you? I'll come over and hold the chickens for awhile or something. :)

Suzanne said...

Wow - you poor thing!! I know its not funny but your post sure made me laugh. Hang in there!

Anonymous said...

oh, I'm so glad someone else besides me has this kind of karma from time to time!!! Oops...sorry, not trying to rub it in or anything.....
Sending a humongous virtual glass of wine to you~

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Steph B said...

Oh dear....maybe go roll around in the stash for a while? With your bottle of wine and Godiva chocolates? Hope things have improved!

Anonymous said...

Chocolate & wine - good idea. I solved our morning problem by getting our kids their own clocks, so they had to get themselves up and ready on time - not my job.