Oh what a day.
It started with me having to wake Liam up for school. I never have to do this because the kid is out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed, at the stroke of seven each morning. It’s like he stalks the clock in his room just waiting for it to hit 7 am before bursting into the hallway with a loud “I’M UP!”
Not so much this morning, though. The boys got to bed late last night due to scheduling beyond my control and while Jamie handled it OK, Liam wasn’t prepared. He woke up this morning with no spring in his step and bags under his eyes.
We got through the morning routine OK and made it to the bus on time. I warned Liam that he had a dentist appointment this afternoon so I would pick him up early from school.
I got back to the house and noticed that my Mom had called so I called her back to find out what she called about. A relative had passed away and she was calling to tell me. The day was starting to take a downward slide.
After I got off the phone with Mom, I was sitting around with Jamie while he watched morning cartoons when it dawned on me that I completely forgot my brother-in-law’s birthday last week. Not just missed it after thinking “hey! That’s coming up!” but TOTALLY FORGOT. It didn’t even occur to me that I had a birthday to remember. I felt like a total heel. We don’t exchange birthday gifts among the adults but we usually send cards and call each other. I missed it entirely. D’oh!
A bit later I turned off the TV and headed upstairs to sort out laundry for the day. I needed to wash the jeans I was wearing so I peeled them off to throw in the pile. I was sitting there sorting out loads of laundry – without pants on – when there was a knock at the door.
I grabbed a pair of (dirty) jammy pants, hustled myself into them, and went downstairs to answer the door. Who was there? Jamie’s speech therapist. Guess what I forgot? Yep, Jamie had speech therapy this morning and I was standing there in what amounted to pajamas. At least I was wearing a bra.
Batting 1,000, Cari.
The good news is that my house was not completely trashed so forgetting to clean before the therapist arrived wasn’t an issue. Being a slave to the to-do list this week paid off and I didn’t have a family room sunk in dirty dishes and scattered toys. WHEW!
After speech therapy we got lunch and I did laundry and then Jamie went down for a nap. Things seemed to even out at this point so I thought the worst was over. Not so.
I went downstairs to grab my now clean jeans out of the dryer so that I could get dressed to pick up Liam at school. The washing machine was flashing an error code at me. Aw, crap. I looked up the code and it had something to do with a lack of water supply. What the what?! I hit the cancel button and it started to do something so I let it go to see what it would do while I went upstairs to get dressed and wake Jamie from his nap. (I hate doing that but it was necessary so we could pick up Liam and get to the dentist on time.)
On our way down to the car to leave, I checked on the washer. It had now shut off altogether. Great. It wasn’t working at all. Lately, the dryer has also been on the fritz (sort of), so now I was looking at no laundry facilities at all. Oh, this day.
The day finally seemed to turn a corner at the dentist. There was no bad news at the dentist. No cavities, everything in good shape, need a little work on the thoroughness of his brushing but otherwise good.
We got home and I turned the washing machine back on hoping that it had magically cleared up whatever was going on and decided to work again. It did! It washed the load with nary a hiccup. Clean clothes!
The day ended on a high note when I weighed-in at Weight Watchers and lost another pound then came home and got the kids to bed early.
It was a hell of a Wednesday.