You know when you wake up and you can feel that the day is just not going to go as planned? I had one of those mornings and I was right! It feels so good to be validated sometimes...
I woke up to one pissed of teenager and another refusing to go to school...again. I proceeded to argue and fight and lower myself to there level for a short time and then just gave up. Some days you just have to give up, its not worth the battle.
After getting instructions from my husband about what kind of baseboards I needed to purchase, I took my measurements to the local Home Depot where I feel like I have visited four times a day for the last two weeks. Once I was inside ( walking in the doors of course farthest away from the lumber, because all locations are layed out different) I found myself struggling to find the right baseboard. I'm squatting down reading UPC codes when of course I get asked if I need any help. This in a small way ticks me off because I'm in here all the time and I usually know what I'm doing. And I'm proud to state I can pretty much find anything in Home Depot with my eyes closed.
I show the guy working there the UPC code I have and that I cannot locate.....he couldn't find it either...this makes me feel better. We wonder over to the computer and he start fulfilling the prophecy of the "bad day"
The don't carry what I'm looking for. Am I sure I got the piece I have from Home Depot? Well, I think so.....where else would he get it from? We never go to Lowes......He went to Lowes.....the guy called for me, matched the UPC codes to them...and I was on my way...after getting paint, brushes, tarp and sandpaper.
I get to Lowes.....get the molding....get to the register.....my debit card wont work...it scans...the lady punches in numbers.....she asked if it was my card....YES! its my card....I go get my purse out of the car to get Tim's ATM card....(car is parked clear on the other side of the parking lot, farthest from the lumber exit...go figure) Tim's card doesn't work...the computer locks up...I write a check...she asks for my drivers license...expired yesterday..my birthday (my stickers coming in the mail) Now she really doesn't believe these are my cards or checks...I feel myself really getting irritated but realize its not her fault that her register is screwy....it all gets done and as she prints out my receipt you see the little pink lines appear on the receipt as it starts coming out....tapes out! Can it get any worse? Why yes, it can.
I make it home....get the first two coats of paint of the baseboards that are now laying across my island in my kitchen.
Ring Ring....Oldest daughter calling in between classes. Her car is dead in the parking lot of the YMCA. So I jump in my car and head down to try to figure whats up with that. The cables to the battery need to be replaced....you can see the corrosion...So I take her to school, call the car place, place a call to Tim to tell him how the days going..ha ha....and now I'm waiting for the tow truck guy to call.......hhhhhmmmmm how long do you think this is going to take?
OK, so I'm half way through the day and nobody has died. That's a positive right?
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