It’s only Thursday and I have already had the week from hell. This does not bode well for the rest of this holiday weekend coming up. I am only exaggerating a little bit when I say that I’ve had a bad week and I know that it could always be worse, but I still would like a do-over. It has been so bad that I am splitting this post in two installments: my bad day and my very bad day.
My Bad Days
On Monday I had to clean the house because it was horribly disgusting from not doing anything all weekend but go to graduation parties and ceremonies and honestly, not picking up. I tried to get caught up on laundry and put in a good effort. I even managed to wash my sheets and comforter. I had to take #1 to the airport in Indianapolis for a day trip to California because I’m mommy and her car is broke down. She didn’t get off work till 5:30 so I figured I had plenty of time to get everything done. Hah! The more you have to do, the less time you have to do it in. Sheets were washed and dried and put on bed but comforter was still in the wash when #1 called and said that she needed me to pick her up from work, if that was okay.
Then, she-who-shall-not-be-named-but-who-could-be-my-little-sister, bailed on riding over to Indy with me. At the last minute. In a text message. Great, now I get to drive for 2 hours back home at night with no company except #6 & #7. Not that they are not great company but I can only talk about Sofia and Harry Potter for so long because I feel like I’m going to have an aneurism. Plus, I can’t listen to my music without #6 complaining and whining that the Go-Go’s are no Taylor Swift. She’s right. The Go-Go’s are better!
I pick up #1 after leaving instruction for #4 to throw my comforter in the dryer. S.O. is working so much overtime that he won’t be home until after 8 and I figured that he would appreciate having a nice, clean, dry comforter to sleep with. #1 has to pick up her bag at her house and then off to Indy we go.
The drive over was fine. Indy is basically all interstate and flat so it’s not interesting but at least it’s not driving to Chicago. #6 stayed awake the entire time and never once stopped talking while #7 napped for an hour. We ate at a Waffle House (shout out to my Mississippi family, woo hoo) which turns out to only be good food if you have been in a bar for several hours before eating. Sober eating, ehh, not so much. We get #1 to her hotel so she can catch her flight at 5:30 in the morning and off we go to head back home.
Now, in my delirious mind of not enough caffeine and too much conversation revolving around Nick Jr, I believed that #6 and #7 would sleep on the way back home. It was about 10:30 at night and a good hour past the time they are normally slumbering in their beds. No such luck. They were awake and alert and hyper and talking so loud that cars next to me on the interstate could probably hear them.
About an hour into the ride home I realized that #6’s kindergarten picnic was in the morning and that I had not picked up the items that I was supposed to bring. Two plastic pitchers and a groovy pair of sunglasses. Great. Google Maps directed me to the nearest Walmart and so it was at 11:30 at night (12:30 Indiana time) that I dragged #6 and #7 through a Walmart in a strange town and state. It was not a great experience.
Once the pitchers and glasses had been purchased, along with several other things that I didn’t need but hey, when in Rome, back on the road to home. I never was as glad as when they finally passed out 20 miles from home. And what do I find when I get home? A sopping wet comforter. Yep, my washing machine decided that it had one too many loads of laundry and decide to crap out. Yay, me. At least Monday was over.
Tuesday dawned too early and way to bright. I dropped off my procured items from the midnight run to Walmart and headed to town to run my usual Tuesday errands. At which point I realized that I had only 2 hours to get errands done because school was ending at 11 instead of 3.
At the same time S.O. calls to remind me that the wheel bearing needs replaced on the car and that he couldn’t do it because of his work schedule so would I make an appointment tomorrow to get it fixed. Yep, sure can. I get to the school on time, pick up #6 and go home to work on the washer.
It is pretty much screwed. So after spending about 4 hours on it, and sweating and seeing the laundry piling up, I call it a day. I am exhausted and tired and just want the day to end.
So far, not great but not as bad as it will get. Stay tuned for my adventures in exhaustion, kids, and no working washer. Plus a car that needs repaired.
( Nothing against Indianapolis, people. It’s a lovely town full of midwest sentiment. It’s easy to navigate and family friendly plus they have a great Zoo! Just a really boring drive there and back.)