I'm glad today is a new day, because quite frankly, yesterday needed to be over!
It started out with my brain not quite working, so at 6 am, I was filling out paperwork for my kids to turn into their school. Only, I did it wrong. Thank goodness there was another one; only it was in Spanish. That's OK, because I just filled it in anyway. I just hope I don't get a letter in Spanish that I don't understand in response!
I had an appointment yesterday morning, but somehow I ended up running later than usual. I hate to be late to anything; ever. And it wasn't so much that I was late for the appointment, just later than I wanted to be, because I had more paperwork to fill out.
Only I grabbed the wrong paperwork to take with me.
This is the first part where I tell you how much I love my hubby. Because I could call him and tell him what I forgot and he faxed it over right away. This is also where things like faxes and cell phones come in handy!
My appointment wasn't that great either, although I was told that I looked exactly just like I did 15 years ago. Why thank you for trying to make me feel good; although I KNOW that isn't true! This was followed by, "Have you started having any menopause symptoms yet?" And then I got words like, "too complicated" and "specialist" and that was enough for me.
So I headed out of the appointment feeling sorry for myself and decided to drive to the DMV because since I am getting older I have to go in person and get a new license. I have one week left to do this. I thought, "Hey, I'll try it." Yeah, right! Does not being able to even make it driving through the parking lot give you a clue? So, I decided I'll head out early one day next week to get it and headed home; because by now it was after noon and I still hadn't had breakfast!
When I got home though, I took one look at hubby and burst into tears. "I hate words like complicated!" Yah. It's been one of those days. I headed downstairs to make me something to eat only to get sidetracked by something else that needed to be taken care of. Before I knew it, B-boo was calling me to pick her up. Hubby had offered, but I could tell by the tone of her voice that her day hadn't been much better than mine, so I decided I'd better get her and we'd go run an errand together. (I didn't think hubby should have to deal with both of us!)
We made it through her *lesson at the bank* while I listened to her cry and whine talk about her day only to drive past Sonic…and happy hour. It's amazing what peach tea, strawberry limeade and mozzarella sticks will do for the soul!
And so, the day went on; just those little things that annoy you, kwim?
But the topper was late last night. Hubby came in and suggested that I just go to bed. This while I am filling out yet more paperwork for our college student.
"Why?"
"Well, you probably just shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning."
Honestly, these are words I really didn't want to hear.
"Why do I want to go to bed now?"
"Well, your washing machine is broke. Somehow the jeans got caught in the rubber seal and spun. The rubber seal is broke, the tub is offline and the jeans are all twisted and soapy."
This is bad, folks, very bad. Some of you may remember reading my post about Appliances and Repairmen last spring. Nobody should have to live through that kind of trauma!
This is the second part where I tell you how much I love my hubby.
First, I called my son and told him that I'd fill out the rest in the morning. Next, my sweet, loving husband volunteered to look up the number for Sears Repair. (I've permanently erased it from my mind!)
I woke up this morning to fresh, hot coffee and a notebook not only with the number, but also all of the information that is needed for the nice lady that answers the phone. Ah…today should be a better day, right?
BTW-I called the number. It took two tries and a repeat of information, but they finally agreed to send the nice repairman out sometime tomorrow. I tried to be helpful and asked her to please put it somewhere in the notes that a new rubber seal is a must.
She said that she can't guarantee that they will bring a rubber seal with them because they don't carry things like that on their repair vans.
I said, "Well, that's why I am asking you to put it on your notes, so that they'll know to bring one."
Her reply, "Well, they have to order things like that and then come back out again."
"Can you please just put it in your notes anyway? Because I really need to use my washing machine."
"Yes, Ma'm, it is in the notes. But they'll have to order the part."
Obviously, there'll be a part 2 to this blog. Stay tuned………..