A mood is sometimes just there.
For no reason.
Sometimes random, without warning.
A change in the weather.
And you feel it.
You fight it.
You run, but it chases you.
Overpowering you.
It insists that it stay.
Takes hold.
The mood is nonsensical.
Tension release.
Extreme joy.
Sudden crash.
And the mood has its way.
**********
No more mood. Chocolate now. Chocolate good.
Friday, June 30, 2006
City Hall
We took J to City Hall for some fun in the fountain.
He was unimpressed. The water was cold.
J had a doctor's appointment today. He weighs 21 pounds now! We can turn the carseat around to forward facing at long last. I think he'll like that.
The doctor is worried about J's poor eating. J is being referred to a specialist who will work with us to see why J has such a sensitive gag reflex. I hope they can help him. I wish he ate better.
Tonight, I started putting away more clothes that don't fit J. It made me sad. He's still such a sweet little guy, but he's getting so big. I can't believe some of this stuff used to fit him. I'm prolonging clearing out all the too small clothes, because once I do that there will be room in J's room for the crib, and I'll have to move him out of our room. I know it's time; I just don't want to.
He was unimpressed. The water was cold.J had a doctor's appointment today. He weighs 21 pounds now! We can turn the carseat around to forward facing at long last. I think he'll like that.
The doctor is worried about J's poor eating. J is being referred to a specialist who will work with us to see why J has such a sensitive gag reflex. I hope they can help him. I wish he ate better.
Tonight, I started putting away more clothes that don't fit J. It made me sad. He's still such a sweet little guy, but he's getting so big. I can't believe some of this stuff used to fit him. I'm prolonging clearing out all the too small clothes, because once I do that there will be room in J's room for the crib, and I'll have to move him out of our room. I know it's time; I just don't want to.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
For love of a child
J cries. I work to console him. I work hard. I do odd things to entertain my child.
It is hot. It is sunny. I wonder if this is what troubles J. I put J's hat on. J rips the hat off and tosses it away. And he cries. I put his sunglasses on. J pulls them off. I try again. J pulls them off. And he cries. I give J his little toy froggie with the great big eyes. J tosses Froggie away. And he cries.
J cries.
I am desperate now. I put J's sunglasses on Froggie. J looks confused. Then, holding up Froggie, I make him dance about for J's pleasure. To "I Gotta Wear Shades". Sung by me. A cappella. And J giggles. He reaches for Froggie. He holds Froggie's little arms, and they dance together to the music. And J doesn't care that Mommy doesn't know all the words or that she's (probably) slightly off key. He is happy. I am happy.
But H is sad, because he was on a run to the store, and he missed the dancing.
**********
We go to Dairy Queen. Hot fudge sundaes are particularly yummy on hot days. We get a small sundae for J, and we take it home to feed him. We will eat our sundaes in the car on the drive home.
But J is tired of being in the car, and he wants some cuddles. Right now. He cries. He screams. And Mommy reaches back to offer some comfort. J grabs Mommy's hand and holds it tight. He cries if Mommy takes her hand away. Even for a second. Even just to spoon a mouthful of ice cream into her mouth. And so H feeds me the remainder of my hot fudge sundae at all of the various red lights that we hit on the drive home.
And I say, rather sarcastically: "I wonder if we're spoiling him".
I also wonder how he can possibly gag on soft-serve vanilla ice cream, but there you have it.
**********
J got his very first haircut today. He wasn't terribly pleased about it. But he really enjoyed sitting in the little yellow car.
And he had fun riding the dinosaur with Daddy.
He pulled away every time the scissors came near his head. And he was most displeased with the clippers going by his ears. But at the end of the day, his hair was properly cut. It is nice and short, and very boyish indeed. He looks so cute!
Before:
During:
After:
And After:
(Yes, he was incredibly irritated by the end. And nothing could console him; not even the proverbial pony, though I understand he really wants one, but ...)
We received a "My First Haircut" certificate, and a lock of J's precious baby hair to keep. (Must put in scrapbook.) I am happy, because they spelt J's name right on his certificate. His swimming certificate is wrong, but I never found time to go back to the pool and ask them to fix it.
And that's the life of the busy Mom-Employee-Student. They really need a single word for that title; it's too long. But "Molodent" sounds a bit too much like "Polident". I dunno.
**********
It is hot. Work was long. I think I ask too many questions. I don't like it. I wish I were quicker.
And I become incoherent when tired. Apparently.
'Night.
It is hot. It is sunny. I wonder if this is what troubles J. I put J's hat on. J rips the hat off and tosses it away. And he cries. I put his sunglasses on. J pulls them off. I try again. J pulls them off. And he cries. I give J his little toy froggie with the great big eyes. J tosses Froggie away. And he cries.
J cries.
I am desperate now. I put J's sunglasses on Froggie. J looks confused. Then, holding up Froggie, I make him dance about for J's pleasure. To "I Gotta Wear Shades". Sung by me. A cappella. And J giggles. He reaches for Froggie. He holds Froggie's little arms, and they dance together to the music. And J doesn't care that Mommy doesn't know all the words or that she's (probably) slightly off key. He is happy. I am happy.
But H is sad, because he was on a run to the store, and he missed the dancing.
**********
We go to Dairy Queen. Hot fudge sundaes are particularly yummy on hot days. We get a small sundae for J, and we take it home to feed him. We will eat our sundaes in the car on the drive home.
But J is tired of being in the car, and he wants some cuddles. Right now. He cries. He screams. And Mommy reaches back to offer some comfort. J grabs Mommy's hand and holds it tight. He cries if Mommy takes her hand away. Even for a second. Even just to spoon a mouthful of ice cream into her mouth. And so H feeds me the remainder of my hot fudge sundae at all of the various red lights that we hit on the drive home.
And I say, rather sarcastically: "I wonder if we're spoiling him".
I also wonder how he can possibly gag on soft-serve vanilla ice cream, but there you have it.
**********
J got his very first haircut today. He wasn't terribly pleased about it. But he really enjoyed sitting in the little yellow car.
And he had fun riding the dinosaur with Daddy.
He pulled away every time the scissors came near his head. And he was most displeased with the clippers going by his ears. But at the end of the day, his hair was properly cut. It is nice and short, and very boyish indeed. He looks so cute!
(Yes, he was incredibly irritated by the end. And nothing could console him; not even the proverbial pony, though I understand he really wants one, but ...)We received a "My First Haircut" certificate, and a lock of J's precious baby hair to keep. (Must put in scrapbook.) I am happy, because they spelt J's name right on his certificate. His swimming certificate is wrong, but I never found time to go back to the pool and ask them to fix it.
And that's the life of the busy Mom-Employee-Student. They really need a single word for that title; it's too long. But "Molodent" sounds a bit too much like "Polident". I dunno.
**********
It is hot. Work was long. I think I ask too many questions. I don't like it. I wish I were quicker.
And I become incoherent when tired. Apparently.
'Night.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Bad dreams
Last night, I had terrible dreams. Two of my most cherished friends drowned, leaving wives and children behind. I have just gotten up, and I'm still upset about that dream. I hope to put my bad dreams out of my mind and have a good day. It's tough to function properly when your day starts out on the wrong foot.
But they are only dreams.
They are only dreams.
Only dreams.
Dreams.
But they are only dreams.
They are only dreams.
Only dreams.
Dreams.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
I had no idea protective gear would be required
Okay. There is a disclaimer on my Elton John tickets, which reads as follows:
WARNING: PUCKS, HOCKEY STICKS, BALLS, BATS, RACQUETS, AND OTHER OBJECTS FLYING INTO SPECTATOR AREAS CAN CAUSE SERIOUS INJURY. BE ALERT AT ALL TIMES WHEN IN SPECTATOR AREAS. IF INJURED, NOTIFY USHER FOR DIRECTIONS TO MEDICAL STATION.Last I heard, Elton John just leaves concerts when he's irritated. He doesn't ordinarily throw badminton racquets, does he?
Monday, June 26, 2006
Failed Ad Campaigns - #6
Crayola's Flavored Crayons!
Slogan reads:
"Well, if they're going to eat them anyway ..."
Slogan reads:
"Well, if they're going to eat them anyway ..."
The colour of money
It's green. I think. Isn't it?
The problem with money is that it is easily spent. The good thing about being back at work is that we have some extra cash. But it really gets eaten up easily. We're not the best with budgeting. And sometimes, we go overboard.
We went to Sears and got some pictures done of H and J for Father's Day. That was H's Father's Day gift, and frivolous as it may be, it was well worth it. (The pictures are really cute!) Then we needed to get our eyes checked (it's been quite awhile), and we both needed new glasses. Lenses are very expensive, and we got soaked on them. And while the benefits package will cover some, it doesn't cover all. So that just stunk. But it was necessary; eyesight is important.
Of course, my course registration is coming up. It should cost around $3,000 to register for my courses for the coming year. That's a pretty hefty price, but we know that education isn't cheap. We knew that going in. We'll be okay.
Today, I made a frivolous purchase. I bought tickets to the Elton John concert in September. Yes, I actually managed to get a pair of tickets. And it was difficult, believe me. They're pretty bad seats, up as high as one can get. But they're not behind the stage, so that's okay. And really, it's more about the music than the sight lines. The good news is that they were much cheaper than the really good seats that I would have loved to get.
So what I'm saying is this: after benefits reimbursements, we're paying something in the range of $4,000 in the next little while. Granted, most of that is school related. But still!!
I am perfectly aware of the solution to the problem. "Stop spending money". Yes. Yes, I know. But the novelty of having cash again hasn't quite worn off. And I do love it so!
But we will be belt-tightening. We've paid off one debt, but have a second one to contend with. And we really should be saving more. And we have stuff to do with our house. Garage. Basement. Stuff. So basically, we'll continue to spend money rampantly while we have it; we'll just try to spend it on good stuff. Home improvements. Debt repayment. Stuff like that.
Wiser than Elton John tickets? Definitely. More fun? Ummmm ...
I'M GOING TO SEE ELTON JOHN!!!!!
The problem with money is that it is easily spent. The good thing about being back at work is that we have some extra cash. But it really gets eaten up easily. We're not the best with budgeting. And sometimes, we go overboard.
We went to Sears and got some pictures done of H and J for Father's Day. That was H's Father's Day gift, and frivolous as it may be, it was well worth it. (The pictures are really cute!) Then we needed to get our eyes checked (it's been quite awhile), and we both needed new glasses. Lenses are very expensive, and we got soaked on them. And while the benefits package will cover some, it doesn't cover all. So that just stunk. But it was necessary; eyesight is important.
Of course, my course registration is coming up. It should cost around $3,000 to register for my courses for the coming year. That's a pretty hefty price, but we know that education isn't cheap. We knew that going in. We'll be okay.
Today, I made a frivolous purchase. I bought tickets to the Elton John concert in September. Yes, I actually managed to get a pair of tickets. And it was difficult, believe me. They're pretty bad seats, up as high as one can get. But they're not behind the stage, so that's okay. And really, it's more about the music than the sight lines. The good news is that they were much cheaper than the really good seats that I would have loved to get.
So what I'm saying is this: after benefits reimbursements, we're paying something in the range of $4,000 in the next little while. Granted, most of that is school related. But still!!
I am perfectly aware of the solution to the problem. "Stop spending money". Yes. Yes, I know. But the novelty of having cash again hasn't quite worn off. And I do love it so!
But we will be belt-tightening. We've paid off one debt, but have a second one to contend with. And we really should be saving more. And we have stuff to do with our house. Garage. Basement. Stuff. So basically, we'll continue to spend money rampantly while we have it; we'll just try to spend it on good stuff. Home improvements. Debt repayment. Stuff like that.
Wiser than Elton John tickets? Definitely. More fun? Ummmm ...
I'M GOING TO SEE ELTON JOHN!!!!!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
School thoughts
The schedule is out. Enrolment starts July 11. Courses are being offered. Fine order this time around. I assume I passed MS1. If not, all bets are off, and this whole thing will change.
Fall, there is only one that I can take: FA3. They've changed the requirements; I'll have a midterm assignment. Ugh! I only hope it wasn't as bad as the assignment for MS1.
Winter, there are a few courses that I need. And if I can persuade the Association to assume that I've passed FA3 without first verifying my grade, I will be tempted to take TX1. It's a Level 4 course, and apparently it's absolutely brutal. But taking it would enable me to try for that Award of Excellence that I'd like to get. Besides, I'm doing a lot of tax stuff at work, and knowing more about it would certainly be helpful. Especially since I could get through it before next tax season. Wouldn't that be helpful?
In spring, I'd like to take QU1. Then I'll be through all of the Level 2 courses. Woot!
And in summer, they are finally starting to offer foundation level courses! Since EM1 is being offered in summer, I was thinking it might be good to take it then, and finally finish off my Level 1.
Doing it that way, I'll be through the brutal TX1 course (my first Level 4 course), and I'll only have one more course + a business case to finish up Levels 1-3.
Alternatively, I could go for a nice easy year (comparatively). FA3, EM1, QU1, BC1 (again, assuming the Association will operate under the assumption that I've passed QU1 and EM1 without verifying my grades). Less stress. Less work. Only one course away from finishing up Levels 1-3. But sadly, no qualification for the Award of Excellence, and no learning about tax.
And if the Association will not operate under an assumption of a passing grade and won't let me register in courses without grade verification, then my options are more limited and will probably be FA3, QU1, EM1, and MA2. Again, that's one Level 4 course, and it puts me one course + a business case away from finishing Levels 1-3. But the Level 4 course falls too late in the year to qualify me for the Award of Excellence, and it's in summer, when I'd prefer to not be doing weekly assignments. Ugh!
Decisions, decisions, decisions. I'll check with the Association to see if they'll be willing to assume I passed and allow me to register for courses without confirmation of passing grades in the prerequisites. If not, I'll consider whether I feel like taking a course next summer. Maybe I'll just take that summer off too. Seems a shame, though. It's taking me long enough to do this program; I hate putting stuff off.
**********
On a different note, today was a much better day. I did nothing to mess up the computer, and my car is fixed. I had lots of work to keep me busy, and the baby was in good spirits tonight and went to bed early, after some good play time. I have a chiropractic appointment. I am happy. I am at peace.
I am ... asleep.
Fall, there is only one that I can take: FA3. They've changed the requirements; I'll have a midterm assignment. Ugh! I only hope it wasn't as bad as the assignment for MS1.
Winter, there are a few courses that I need. And if I can persuade the Association to assume that I've passed FA3 without first verifying my grade, I will be tempted to take TX1. It's a Level 4 course, and apparently it's absolutely brutal. But taking it would enable me to try for that Award of Excellence that I'd like to get. Besides, I'm doing a lot of tax stuff at work, and knowing more about it would certainly be helpful. Especially since I could get through it before next tax season. Wouldn't that be helpful?
In spring, I'd like to take QU1. Then I'll be through all of the Level 2 courses. Woot!
And in summer, they are finally starting to offer foundation level courses! Since EM1 is being offered in summer, I was thinking it might be good to take it then, and finally finish off my Level 1.
Doing it that way, I'll be through the brutal TX1 course (my first Level 4 course), and I'll only have one more course + a business case to finish up Levels 1-3.
Alternatively, I could go for a nice easy year (comparatively). FA3, EM1, QU1, BC1 (again, assuming the Association will operate under the assumption that I've passed QU1 and EM1 without verifying my grades). Less stress. Less work. Only one course away from finishing up Levels 1-3. But sadly, no qualification for the Award of Excellence, and no learning about tax.
And if the Association will not operate under an assumption of a passing grade and won't let me register in courses without grade verification, then my options are more limited and will probably be FA3, QU1, EM1, and MA2. Again, that's one Level 4 course, and it puts me one course + a business case away from finishing Levels 1-3. But the Level 4 course falls too late in the year to qualify me for the Award of Excellence, and it's in summer, when I'd prefer to not be doing weekly assignments. Ugh!
Decisions, decisions, decisions. I'll check with the Association to see if they'll be willing to assume I passed and allow me to register for courses without confirmation of passing grades in the prerequisites. If not, I'll consider whether I feel like taking a course next summer. Maybe I'll just take that summer off too. Seems a shame, though. It's taking me long enough to do this program; I hate putting stuff off.
**********
On a different note, today was a much better day. I did nothing to mess up the computer, and my car is fixed. I had lots of work to keep me busy, and the baby was in good spirits tonight and went to bed early, after some good play time. I have a chiropractic appointment. I am happy. I am at peace.
I am ... asleep.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
The "Kill Your Computer?" button should be grayed out!!
I have had a day even I can't believe!
Entry-level work in short supply today. Office is hopping, but it's mostly senior level work just now, and I can't do that yet. And so I was on the prowl. Need help? Yeah. It was mostly an admin-y type of day. At one point, I was making cold calls. Not a lot of fun, but I'll take it.
Crick in neck. Pain in back. Arms going numb. Ow.
Nearing end of day. Get some work. Pretty basic stuff. Sit down to do first thing on list. Has already been done. Oops. Not a big deal. On to the next one.
Simple. Start project. Get through the hardest part of it. Hit save. Error message. Save again? Error message. Desperately try to save. Error messages. Save to a different directory? Error message. Save to a different drive? And ... Error message. One last try to original location. Finally saves. To ... all ... three ... locations.
No big deal, right? Delete files in alternate locations and keep good location. Good, right? Not so much. Try to open file in its program, and the program directory still shows three copies of same file in three different locations. Try to open the deleted versions, and receive the inevitable error message; file cannot be found. Proper location still works. Why are deleted files still showing up in my directory?? And how can I fix it???
Select a deleted file. Click on "Index" button. Choose "Clear". This should work; I want the deleted file cleared from the index. Popup. Am I sure? Yes. Yes, I'm sure. New popup appears that seems to be counting down as though a bomb is about to explode. Quickly hit "Cancel", but it's too late. Entire database index is deleted. All files. Ever. Rush to a different computer. Is the index there? Index is on the network, and has now been deleted from all computers in the office. Head explodes.
People have left for the day. No one in IT to call. Who can help me? Look at phone list.
And at this moment, H phones me. I get curt; must get off the phone and get some help. Have single-handedly destroyed several years of documentation, and must get it back now. Right now. People need it. Right now. Go away.
Find someone who can help. Thank God! Restore index. Restore takes a good 45 minutes. And computer can't multitask while restore application is running. Whatever. Sit there and stare at screen. Pray this works. Phone H back and apologize for being curt. H doesn't answer the phone. Apologize to machine.
Restore is still happening. Finally talk to H. H was on the phone. H's mom has lost her keys, and needs some help tonight. We must go over. Absolutely.
Owner afraid, 'cause computer not working. Explain situation. Owner stares at me in complete disbelief, and I say something like "In my defence, that button should be grayed out!" Owner agrees. Mental notes are made to speak with IT about making that happen.
Restore finally done. Leave and drive home. Arrive at home. Change clothes. Go to Mom's. Look for keys. There are no keys. Well, there are, but we absolutely can't find them. No idea where they may be. Take Mom down for evening entertainment - jam session and singalong tonight. H and J stay to hang out with Mom, and I go to get a new key cut. Home Depot. They will cut keys. The super has said so. ("You can do it, we can help". Not so much.)
Wander around Home Depot. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. Right. Wander through tools. See no one. Next aisle. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. But there's no one there. Page put out. Young girl arrives. Looks nervous. She might be able to cut the key; she's not sure. Goes through all of the keys in the aisle. Moves to a different aisle. Goes through the rest of the keys. Runs off, and grabs two additional people. The group looks through all of the keys, and then delivers the following astounding line: "This is a Rona key. We don't have these. All our keys are too long, so they won't work. You'll have to go to Rona. Or maybe ... WALMART!!!"
Gnash teeth. Go to Rona.
Wander around Rona. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. Right. No one there. Page put out. Guy in tools gets waylaid by woman who wants to know everything about every single doorknob they carry. Eventually comes and cuts key. Woman actually buys doorknob. Amazing.
Go to pay. Cashiers are swamped. Everyone else is buying out the store, and I have a little $1.50 key in a bag. I give up. Go to customer service. Will somebody please take my money? Done and done.
Back to car. Back to Mom's. It's been over an hour. J is hungry and screaming. H is getting there himself. J is excited to see me. Sliding door moves to let me in, and J puts his hand on the glass in its path. I freak, watching J's hand get squished by the door. Pull his hand free. He is okay, but I may have broken the door. I don't care. All is good.
Go try new key. It doesn't work. New expletives are created.
Leave. Get food. Will deal with faulty key tomorrow. Whatever.
Return home. Look at second car, the one I drive to work these days. Pool of green liquid has formed under car. Shake head despondently, and enter house. (Stupid tri-colored AM lovin' piece of ...)
House smells of cat urine. Cat has been peeing on carpet again. J needs new diaper, bath, food. Cat box needs cleaning. All done. Pee cleaned up. Great cleaner found, gets rid of smell. Great. Good. Cuddle J. Sleep, J. J sleeps. Good.
Cat sits on remote control and turns TV up to around 180,000,000,000 decibels. Fantastic. J sleeps through it. Score!
Life is good. Today, not so much. Tomorrow will be better. I can feel it.
Now, if I can just get to work tomorrow ... (Obviously, the car is not an option.)
Need bath, cry, chocolate, bed ... not necessarily in that order.
Entry-level work in short supply today. Office is hopping, but it's mostly senior level work just now, and I can't do that yet. And so I was on the prowl. Need help? Yeah. It was mostly an admin-y type of day. At one point, I was making cold calls. Not a lot of fun, but I'll take it.
Crick in neck. Pain in back. Arms going numb. Ow.
Nearing end of day. Get some work. Pretty basic stuff. Sit down to do first thing on list. Has already been done. Oops. Not a big deal. On to the next one.
Simple. Start project. Get through the hardest part of it. Hit save. Error message. Save again? Error message. Desperately try to save. Error messages. Save to a different directory? Error message. Save to a different drive? And ... Error message. One last try to original location. Finally saves. To ... all ... three ... locations.
No big deal, right? Delete files in alternate locations and keep good location. Good, right? Not so much. Try to open file in its program, and the program directory still shows three copies of same file in three different locations. Try to open the deleted versions, and receive the inevitable error message; file cannot be found. Proper location still works. Why are deleted files still showing up in my directory?? And how can I fix it???
Select a deleted file. Click on "Index" button. Choose "Clear". This should work; I want the deleted file cleared from the index. Popup. Am I sure? Yes. Yes, I'm sure. New popup appears that seems to be counting down as though a bomb is about to explode. Quickly hit "Cancel", but it's too late. Entire database index is deleted. All files. Ever. Rush to a different computer. Is the index there? Index is on the network, and has now been deleted from all computers in the office. Head explodes.
People have left for the day. No one in IT to call. Who can help me? Look at phone list.
And at this moment, H phones me. I get curt; must get off the phone and get some help. Have single-handedly destroyed several years of documentation, and must get it back now. Right now. People need it. Right now. Go away.
Find someone who can help. Thank God! Restore index. Restore takes a good 45 minutes. And computer can't multitask while restore application is running. Whatever. Sit there and stare at screen. Pray this works. Phone H back and apologize for being curt. H doesn't answer the phone. Apologize to machine.
Restore is still happening. Finally talk to H. H was on the phone. H's mom has lost her keys, and needs some help tonight. We must go over. Absolutely.
Owner afraid, 'cause computer not working. Explain situation. Owner stares at me in complete disbelief, and I say something like "In my defence, that button should be grayed out!" Owner agrees. Mental notes are made to speak with IT about making that happen.
Restore finally done. Leave and drive home. Arrive at home. Change clothes. Go to Mom's. Look for keys. There are no keys. Well, there are, but we absolutely can't find them. No idea where they may be. Take Mom down for evening entertainment - jam session and singalong tonight. H and J stay to hang out with Mom, and I go to get a new key cut. Home Depot. They will cut keys. The super has said so. ("You can do it, we can help". Not so much.)
Wander around Home Depot. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. Right. Wander through tools. See no one. Next aisle. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. But there's no one there. Page put out. Young girl arrives. Looks nervous. She might be able to cut the key; she's not sure. Goes through all of the keys in the aisle. Moves to a different aisle. Goes through the rest of the keys. Runs off, and grabs two additional people. The group looks through all of the keys, and then delivers the following astounding line: "This is a Rona key. We don't have these. All our keys are too long, so they won't work. You'll have to go to Rona. Or maybe ... WALMART!!!"
Gnash teeth. Go to Rona.
Wander around Rona. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. Right. No one there. Page put out. Guy in tools gets waylaid by woman who wants to know everything about every single doorknob they carry. Eventually comes and cuts key. Woman actually buys doorknob. Amazing.
Go to pay. Cashiers are swamped. Everyone else is buying out the store, and I have a little $1.50 key in a bag. I give up. Go to customer service. Will somebody please take my money? Done and done.
Back to car. Back to Mom's. It's been over an hour. J is hungry and screaming. H is getting there himself. J is excited to see me. Sliding door moves to let me in, and J puts his hand on the glass in its path. I freak, watching J's hand get squished by the door. Pull his hand free. He is okay, but I may have broken the door. I don't care. All is good.
Go try new key. It doesn't work. New expletives are created.
Leave. Get food. Will deal with faulty key tomorrow. Whatever.
Return home. Look at second car, the one I drive to work these days. Pool of green liquid has formed under car. Shake head despondently, and enter house. (Stupid tri-colored AM lovin' piece of ...)
House smells of cat urine. Cat has been peeing on carpet again. J needs new diaper, bath, food. Cat box needs cleaning. All done. Pee cleaned up. Great cleaner found, gets rid of smell. Great. Good. Cuddle J. Sleep, J. J sleeps. Good.
Cat sits on remote control and turns TV up to around 180,000,000,000 decibels. Fantastic. J sleeps through it. Score!
Life is good. Today, not so much. Tomorrow will be better. I can feel it.
Now, if I can just get to work tomorrow ... (Obviously, the car is not an option.)
Need bath, cry, chocolate, bed ... not necessarily in that order.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)