How Was Your Day, Dear?

Well, I'm sitting here at 10:41 with gas. Heinous, nauseating, like someone else was in the room and I'm now offending myself gas. And that's the best part of today.
Too personal?
Surely.

Oh god, I'm just tired.

I woke up and met with the siding guy. Got a quote and called my husband. Silence and "Explain to me again why we need siding ensues"

Not sure if I care. Yes the market is bad, yes jobs are bad, yes EVERYTHING out there is bad - so we aren't moving. Because it's risky. Which is what I have said all along but ok. Good. Because I didn't really want to. So the house should be sided. Why? because a) we can afford i b)it needs it and c)it's cheaper to do it now.

"I don't get it"

Really? ok, let me ask you this. When DO you side the house. What warning signals are we looking for? Rot? Wind blowing it off? Bigger holes? Is the fact that it's duotone important? Or the fact that the addition was put on in 1986 and THAT siding is different from the original house siding so all told the siding is at least 30 years old?

By now it's 9:30. My daughter is anxious - who was that man - and my nephew has stirred.

Oh look, a text message from his mom. His insurance was cancelled. For nonpayment.
Really? But we made 3 payments.

Online. Check Bill pay service. It's been paid. Hmm. Call insurance. call agent. Call Bill Pay. Get transferred. 3 calls later get Bill Pay again - correctly. Whoopsie. Problem with service. We are sorry. That's so rare. But these things happen. We'll credit your account.

Woman at the insurance agency says "I'll sign the form FOR you and fax it" We call back and other agent says "We can't do that." Much dialouge ensues. Nephew drives down with check and letter.

Oh wait. hang on. Can I go run an errand first. Let me pick up the babies Easter picture for grandma. Yes it's pouring. Yes, I called and you said the hours were from 10-6. i'm standing here at 1;30 locked out of your studio in the rain. Oh you didn't hear the bell? No worries. I'm fine. Just wet.

Let me take these pictures and go buy a frame. Wait in line at discount store. Oh, at the counter now. My wallet is the EXACT size of my phone. I thought my wallet was in my pocket. Be right back. Out into the rain. Back in. Frame for grandma.

Blow off afternoon playdate.

Lets make a copy of the picture for the easter card. The studio package doesn't allow for reprints - I wonder why? Nowhere on the paperwork. Oh well, no matter. i'll scan it at CVS and make cheap copies. They are throwaway fridge copies for the woman who work with Grandma at the food pantry.

In the rain. Park in tiny parking lot. Tramp UP store ramp through smokers. Wait. Photo girl on break. Wait. Machine needs to be rebooted. Wait. Machine broken. Try down the street.

Drive down street. Read disclaimers. Think it's ok as reprints are NOT offered at studio. Flat rate one time photo where SHE picks the shot. You don't get to see proofs, oder any others. She picks the shot and you get a call saying "Come get your tiny 5 print package" If it weren't for the live bunnies, I wouldn't do it at all. Read disclaimer again. Am safe. Scan photo. Print to rush. Need to wait 20 minutes. 18 in the clerk calls the manager. I get publically reprimanded for trying to steal copyprotected photos via nafarious reprinting ala the Walgreens manager.

Suitablly chastiused with my order discarded, tail between legs I go home.

To a messier house.

Really? Gone two hours and you called 3 times and it's messy? REALLY?

What do I want for dinner? Oh, you aren't hungry - big lunch? Great - so you can have your leftover Chinese then? No? Not in the mood? Um hmm. Ok.

Who called? Yes, I'll call her back.

Hi Stepmom. Your boss sucks? Umm hmm. He should have told you they were selling the business? Umm hmm. They owe you. Gotcha. You're angry. Righto. Nothing makes you happy. **pause briefly to wonder "Whenever did it"** You are just going to watch happy HGTV until everything goes your way. All Righty. You need to find a new job because your cut hours and your unemployment just aren't enough. Um hmm. Oh, and you won't be making brothers graduation because no new job will let you have the day off. I mention that you are't exactly sorting beads in China nor do you work for the Triangle shirt factory and she backs off. We hang up. I briefly contemplate my life as a adult daughter to three sets of parents. Married to a virtual only, with only a sister to support said parents. It's a crapshoot which one I end up with.

La la la

Call neighbor. Can you come over this weekend to discuss porch. Thanks
Other neighbor shows up at door. Discusses porch. Offeres suggestions. Neighborhood EXCITED about repairs. Thanks neighbors!

Sister in law emails. Discussion re: nephew. Um hmm. I'll email you back.

Baby cries. Hates Mommy and Daddy hugging or kissing. Yells "NO! MOMMY! MINE!" hits Daddy. Daddy fine. Mommy upset.

And it's not yet 6.

Oh I could go on. And I did. But why?