My Very Bad Days
So the saga continues. After a late night drive to Indianapolis and the washer calling it quits I continue to preserver or as I like to call it, surviving some of the not so great days so I can blog about it for karma.
Wednesday: The actual last day of school until fall. Wednesday was #4, #5, and #6’s last day of school. They actually got up on time and were at school on time. This is a rare occurrence and I’m glad that it only took till the last day of school for this to happen. I take the car to the shop and am told it will only be a couple of hours. I go home and managed to get the washer to spin my comforter enough to be able to thrown it in the dryer. I have slept with a Bubble Guppies comforter for the last two nights and am slowly going insane.
#3 and #4 help me to look at the washer again. Hope that it’s just the drain that is plugged up. It’s not. Take the top off of the washer. Don’t know what I’m looking at but nothing looks out of place or not plugged in. Time to call for a washer repairman to fix this. Remind myself to never buy a front loading washing machine again. They are evil. Look cool, but totally evil much like chocolates.
Car shop calls. Of course there is another repair to be made. And it might take a little longer than expected. Four hours later and no call backs from any appliance repairman. Shop calls. Car is done. Did I know that my window won’t roll up? Well, I do now.
$400 later and I have my car back. She drives fine. I honestly don’t notice a difference. S.O. is at work until 9pm so I am stuck with children who are way more excited over summer vacation than I am. Frozen pizza for dinner and wait for relief to finally arrive. It never does.
Thursday morning: Finally, washer repairmen calls back. He’ll be out in a couple of hours. The laundry is starting to mock me and may have become sentient. Bank account is looking bad. Summer vacation is not starting off well. And, the children decided to wake up on their own at 7:30 in the morning. They couldn’t manage that at all during the school year but the first day of Summer Vacation and up they are.
I have decided to not even acknowledge that this is happening. Hopefully my washer gets fixed, the kids sleep in, and I can pretend that this has all been just a very bad movie.
Washer repairman is very kind. He pronounces that it is not dead, just badly injured. One drain pump and $200 later and now it is working. I get to do laundry which I am never happy about but grateful we will all have clean clothes and not have to fashion underpants out of leaves.
Bank account is looking even worse. I realize I haven’t even gotten groceries. We can live off of ramen and icing for the next couple of days, right?
I have survived for now. I even have a clean house because without laundry to do for the last three days, I have a lot more free time to vacuum and move toys from room to room. Who knew? #1 is back from California safe and sound. #2 is doing well at his job and may drop by to actually visit sometime in the near future. #3 was a huge help and even offered to buy me ice cream last night when I started to have a break down over everything. #4 and #5 are oblivious because this isn’t a video game. #6 is enjoying being home and #7 is ecstatic that all of his brothers and sister are home with him instead of boring mom.
I think I may survive the week. And it’s a three day weekend so I have that going for me. Oh, wait, scratch that, makes no difference. I stopped having weekends off when my tyrannical toddler bosses arrived. Enjoy your week everyone! I’ll be the mom crying to herself in the corner while sorting socks!
(I realize that other people have it way worse and thank god we actually had the funds available to fix the things that were broken. I am glad that we are all healthy (relatively) and happy (subjective) but I still could have done without 95% of the crap that happened this week. )