What a Day! This morning I dropped my keys in the SEWER by the school. I didn't do it. Jack actually kicked them out of my back pocket throwing a fit because he didn't want to go to motor group. As, all this was happening a guy in his Qwest van says, "oh man, those are gone!" Thanks, buddy. Luckily, the school custodian came out and helped me and I got them back within ten minutes. I was proud of how cool and collected I was.
Then I had to take the boys to the dentist so they could get some cavities filled. I had to lay back on the chair and hold them because they were freaking out. We were there for at least an hour and a half. Now, I see why dentist take awesome vacations (especially pediatric dentists). Someone needs to buy that dentist a sweet set of earplugs.
After that I come home and start working on some stuff that is on my list to do and I hear this huge THUD. I thought it was one of the boys falling out of bed. I check their room and they are both asleep (finally), I go downstairs to look and there it was...a huge bottle of Canola Oil pouring out onto my wood floor. (I guess I should be happy it wasn't carpet). I step closer to pick up the bottle and WHAMO...I fly feet over head right on to the floor. I get oil all over my favorite jeans, my favorite shoes, and my new shirt. The whole time I am thinking "there are worse things that could happen to me". "I could have MS." (inside joke) Patiently, I clean it up. I think "I should blog about this". Then I think "the day is not over yet....I will wait". Well, good thing I did because Gary just tried to leave to get pictures for Isabel's school project and now his car won't start. Even better....the garage won't close because the car is not all they way in. Oh wait, there is more...Gary just called. The picture machine is closed for the night. Well, I could go and get them tomorrow (they were due today), only I have preschoolers coming all day in their Halloween Costumes for Preschool from 9:00am to 3:30pm. I feel like that kid who had the, terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. All this is going on and yet I can't stop thinking that something really good must be coming our way. Let's hope so, anyway.
5 comments:
Sorry about your Monday. How did the custodian get the keys out? That's amazing that it only took 10 minutes.
Wow, so it got worse after I talked to you:( What happened with Isabel's pictures.
so sorry about your no bad crappy day! And you know what? I've decided that maybe those ms people don't have it that bad. You see I look at it that this unexpected crap never happens to them well because they already have ms. At least they know everyday what to expect and learn to live with it! hee hee. BTW, I laughed when you said that.
Call me crazy, but the worst part of your whole day for me was ruining your favorite jeans. I mean, come on, we all know how long it takes to find them, and that once we do, we can never find them again. So sorry!
true dat
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