When the Dishwasher repair guy asks, "well ma'am, did you read the owner's manual?" and proceeds to tell me that I am just loading the dishwasher "wrong" and that's why it doesn't dispense soap or even rinse the dishes.
When I go to all the extra trouble to get the house extraordinarily clean and picture-worthy to show and rush to leave the house before they come and then find out after locking the door that my husband has my keys to the house and the car and I'm stranded in the driveway holding my little girl whose been pushed around and yelled at all morning and her lunch and it's sweltering hot and humid and noon and the realtor doesn't even show up for the two hour appointment they reserved.
The freon (is that even how you spell it?) in the car AC fails after the day I decided we really need it to be "recharged."
Spending four evers in Lowes talking to the customer service person about opening up a new Credit Card with them and then spending another four evers on the phone with their bank answering annoyingly personal questions in order to "pass" as me because I put a fraud alert on our credit because of some mysterious activity on my favorite Cooking magazine's servers, when all I want the new Lowes credit line for is to save 10% on the purchase of our new gas grill, and then realizing too late that the same customer service person didn't even decuct said 10%.
Analeasa falling pretty hard on her precious chin twice in the same 24 hours along with several other pretty ugly, very noticable bruises that look as though she is abused and our life has just become markedly more social/public lately.
Rushing around and changing my whole family's schedules, Levi missing the bus to work and not being able to take the car because I need it to meet him and go to our refinance closing, and Analeasa missing her nap and neglected again and getting to the title place too late, only to find out that the lending bank never sent the paperwork and there's no way we can close today.
Driving home from the gas station late on Saturday night and rounding a corner near the train tracks, watching one car swerve, realizing that it was narrowly missing several children riding their toy trucks across the intersection to play frogger with the oncoming cars, seeing their adult supervisors relaxing on the porch with a couple of "frosty friendlies" and having to call the cops on my neighbors once again.
The guy that gave me a ride to work after missing the bus telling me in all seriousness that rather than having a job he prefers to "smoke my weed and tend to my newborn."
Finding what may just be the perfect piece of property, at the perfect price, in the perfect location, but you can't get there from here. No road.
All of this happening (and plenty more) within 3 days.
Posted by oriel at May 27, 2006 11:44 PM | TrackBack