Everything you are about to read is true. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent. They are NOT innocent, they are all mostly to blame for my issues. I am beginning to think that senility is NOT real. You just get so old and tired that you pretend to "check out" so everyone leaves you alone.
I am so close.
Will they let me have knitting needles and paintbrushes in "The Home?"
If so, I am there...today!
that being said,
How can you not love these little faces?
And now for the story.
I am calling it Freaky Friday.
My foot hurts really bad. I have been having problems with it, this week was worse than normal.
Could be the living room painting for two evenings, up and down the ladder.
Could be the eight hours a day spent standing on concrete pressing numbers on Little League shirts.
Could be the three miles that I walk a lot of mornings.
It just hurts.
So I cancel my walk.
Quick message on Facebook and I am in the recliner for the morning, resting my foot.
to the basement to make coffee.
(we are not even going to talk about WHY I have to go to the basement to make coffee, there is not enough time for ALL the stories and I really should post more often....I have the material, but not the time and that is why we need the reality show)
Change loads, back UPstairs for more clothes,
back DOWNstairs to put them in the washer.
Back to the recliner.
The phone rings.
Jenn needs a gift for Tyler's teacher for Teacher Appreciation Day.
Back UPstairs to the attic to find a gift in the gift shop that is in my attic.
Wrapping paper, tape, tags, stickers, next door, wrap the gift, back home.
DOWNstairs to change loads again.
UPstairs to shower and get ready for work
DOWNstairs to leave for work, when JWS says,
"Did you remember that you need something to donate for that benefit tomorrow?"
Back UPstairs to the attic.
Load the car.
The refrigerator blew up at the shop, so now I pack a little cooler with water bottles for the day.
I have to take the potty chair because I am getting Gracelyn for the morning and she is having bathroom issues.
I really hate to go into detail.
So many of my posts involve poop.
Little did I realize at
that this had been the
part of my day.
I go to the meeting place to pick up Gracelyn.
We make the trade.
Shawnee drives away.
I drive over some pile of stuff.
It didn't look that big,
I never saw it.
JWS would later comment,
"In your state of mind this week, it could have been a cow and you would not have seen it."
I hated to admit that was true.
And now my car won't go.
I am under it,
I back up a little,
I pull forward.
This can't be good.
I call JWS...who now has Logan and no car seat for him.
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Well, I could try to walk, it's only five miles, but I have a sore foot and a three year old in the car."
He comes to get me.
He is quiet.
But that is better than yelling.
I load Gracelyn in the truck.
Logan and her begin to chat.
It is the only sound.
I make three trips to load the rest of the stuff in the truck.
cooler for me
cooler for Gracelyn
huge bag of clothes (which I would later need...again...poop)
and don't forget..
the big cupboard door that I painted for the benefit raffle.
At this point the hilarity of the morning took over
and I began to laugh.
It is the first sign that you are losing it, right?
JWS must be holding it together really well
HE IS NOT LAUGHING...
NOT EVEN SMILING.
with a three year old and four year old.
I think that might be enough for most people,
now I have to locate my AAA card, which, of course I cannot find.
Call AAA to get my numbers.
(Really, I was not even sure I renewed it)
At this point, I think,
Where is the organized life that you would remember to renew your AAA and then actually
remember that you did it?
And considering that I left the newspaper subscription run out last week, anything is possible.
Call AAA emergency service, deal with the rather rude person that wanted to know when I could get back to my car to meet the tow truck.
John is leaving to deliver shirt orders, meet the UPS truck and other errands.
I left the keys in the car for the tow truck.
"Well, you have to be there or they won't tow it."
I tell her.
"Look, I am at work, WITH a three year old and a four year old AND if I happened to have a spare car sitting around, perhaps I could load them both up, put a sign on the door and happily drive down the road and then wait for the tow truck for the two hour time frame that you are giving me that he will be there. I am sure that it will not be hard to entertain two preschoolers beside a busy highway for two hours, again, IF I happened to have that spare vehicle sitting around"
I really hate to have to be THAT sarcastic sometimes.
Let's just say that we worked that out.
Too long to explain the logistics.
OK, anyone want to run for a cup of coffee before I continue?
There's more folks.
Back at work.
Logan is happily playing Mario on the computer, Gracelyn is watching him.
They are being good.
The first poop incident happens.
Here is the rest of the morning,
clean up poop.
Work on the one job that really needs done.
a little work
person to pick up the cupboard door for the raffle
another person that wanted a donation
told her to come back Monday and I would have something for her
she YELLED at me.
Not the morning to do that.
a little more work
Jenn picks up Logan.
Poor Gracelyn, she has had diarrhea for a week.
She tries, but she doesn't quite make it.
the job that I have been working on all morning.
Gracelyn decides to "help" me with.
She was so proud!
I had to start over.
But how cute.
She brings me one of the boys Lego wheels,
and wants to make a tire swing for a bee.
How much time she spent "waiting" for the bee.
"Is Tyler there?"
Tyler is five.
Normally he gets off the bus here, but someone has to be outside waiting for him, or they are to take him home.
The bus normally comes at 11:20.
A quick look outside says that the bus has not been here yet, there are other people waiting.
I go to the door.
The bus pulls up, Tyler flies off the bus in his normal fashion.
In the confusion...I forget to call him Mom, who is still standing outside waiting for a bus that is obviously not going to stop there.
And that was not the last child we would lose yesterday.
But before that.
Shawnee shows up for Gracelyn.
"You know that jewelry from that party that I had for you last week that was supposed to show up this week? Well I never got it."
Many phone calls ensued.
Turns out, the wrong address was put on the box.
UPS delivered the box to someones front porch.
Not sure where the front porch was.
Just a front porch.
Shawnee suggests that maybe I should check my front porch.
Sometimes she has her mother's gift of sarcasm.
It is not fun when it is directed at me.
I tell her that I HAVE indeed checked my front porch and it is not there
Several more phone calls,
shirts coming out of the dryer.
Still working to replace the job that Gracelyn helped me with.
The BIG UPS number,
the local UPS number.
I go to find our driver.
Find him on Main Street.
Did you remember that I have a sore foot through all of this?
I step out of the car.
The pavement is uneven.
I sprain the ankle on the bad foot leg.
Now I am really limping.
Back to the shop
More shirts coming out of the dryer.
More phone calls.
And where is Gracelyn.
JWS shuts of the shirt press.
He is yelling also
Eight and one half months pregnant Shawnee yelling.
Did I mention my MIL showed up in the middle of all that?
JWS finds her behind the dumpster, totally unaware, blowing seeds off dandelions.
Our friend shows up with his three month old chocolate lab.
The shop then turns into a ball game between a three year old and a three month old. The three month old outsizes the three year old considerably.
Does the confusion never end?
I look at JWS and mouth
We really need to work night shift.
That would free up the days for the confusion to reign.
He has to deliver more shirts.
He closes the truck door to pull out and I see the shirts that he needs to deliver...
still sitting on the counter.
He has the wrong box of shirts.
More calls on the missing jewelry.
Fix the job that Gracelyn helped with.
JWS comes back
He says he is going to Jenn's to cook the chicken for the birthday party tonight.
Before he can leave, another of his friends shows up to visit.
This one does NOT have a dog.
This one, however knows who owns the camp where the jewelry was delivered.
Not a house, a camp.
He also knows an entire story about the people that own the camp.
"That woman works at the hardware store in Rural Valley"
I call the hardware store.
She has the jewelry.
A.)1 800 CALL UPS.
B.) Ask your local carpenter friend.
I am going with selection B
Leave work and go get the jewelry.
Did I mention that somewhere along the line (about the bee tire swing time) my car reappeared?
I broke the rear drive train.
So for now, my all wheel drive vehicle is just front wheel drive.
and it will be fixed.
Then I get home, dodge flying golf balls and a battery operated gator, get my car parked,
rush in the house,
wrap birthday presents,
chased with a half a glass of red wine,
and off to a birthday party,
One of the girls wanted to know if I had the jewelry sorted...
I had other photos on here...they disappeared.
Aren't you glad...this was enough for the day!