Omg, omg, O.M.G. This bitch has just burst, like a hot
blister on the heel inside a new shoe. Days that start out aggravating for me generally
progress from the minor annoyance of an unfortunate mosquito bite to full-blown,
venom-infused tirades.
The cat has been meowing for food all day, which I’ve given
him, and which he then lets the dogs eat instead.
Sabra was startled by Ava and stepped IN the water bowl,
splattering water everywhere and leaving a terrified trail to the sliding glass
doors.
I found a half-emptied dishwasher by a well-meaning
house-dweller, and the suspect’s dirty dishes left on the counter. This same
suspect would re-enter the kitchen several hours later to make a PB&J
sandwich, the remnants of which could be found smeared on the counter, on the
handle of the trash can, and globules on the floor.
There were 5 – count that, FIVE – pairs of Ava’s shoes in my
kitchen (thankfully none smudged with grape jelly) after having repeatedly been
told not to leave them there.
Empty food wrappers on the coffee table. Regular occurrence.
But today – akin to plucking all the petals off my last rose.
The dog decided to lie on the freshly vacuumed bedroom
carpet, and left bloody spots where her body had been. (Don’t ask.) Because I just love scrubbing stains out of rugs on my hands and knees.
I can’t wear my wedding rings. I’m supremely pissed off by
this. I seem to have inherited my beloved Nana’s arthritis of the hands, and
fingers are swollen and I had to get the rings off before they had to be cut
off.
The Laundry Debacle.
I had left a load of Todd’s wash in the washing machine, and half a load
of other clothes in the dryer (the remaining half was folded in a basket on the
folding table). I went back to finish what I started and found Todd’s clothes
in the dryer, the dryer clothes were thrown into a heap in a basket on the
floor, and there were – get this – wet clothes
on top of the folded stuff on the table. The washing machine was empty.
Having no idea WTF was going on, I went looking for an answer. Turns out
Nephew was going to wash some clothes. But he really had no idea what had happened.
Later, I found ONE shirt in the washer running on heavy
soil, very hot water, maximum extract and the time remaining was 2 hours. And, streaks of laundry detergent
running down the front of the washer – which I had only wiped down two days
before because it looked a lot worse.
Meanwhile, upstairs, the dogs had begun eating their own
food and dropping nuggets all over the kitchen floor, which I had just swept.
Then I got a call from Owen that he’s ready to be picked up
from practice – for the first time all season RIGHT ON TIME. Every other day it’s
been 10, 15, 20, 25 minutes late, forcing me to change the routine and drop Ava
off at her practice at 6 first so she’s not late. That’s when I saw the text
from Ava’s coach that practice will be at 5:45 now and the rest of the week – at 5:40. So now she’s late. Once she
was dropped off, I headed toward the high school, only to be rerouted due to an
overturned tractor trailer carrying logs. And then Owen calls me again to find
out where I am, as I’m pulling to the lot.
I don’t know how these people run their organizations! I’m
so frustrated at the lack of consideration for parent’s schedules, changing
practice times on short notice and holding kids in practice while parents wait
outside for 25 minutes, as IF we have nothing better to do with our time, AND I
was scheduled for concession stand duty this Saturday from 3 to 5, when I’m
supposed to be at work and it’s somehow my responsibility to switch with
another parent, but since there’s no contact list I have no way to do that, and
won’t get my $35 deposit back…. And this guy pulls out in front of me,
effectively cutting me off and eliciting the foul-mouthed splendor that is me
today.
Oh gee – what else could go wrong?
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