If it could go wrong....

Ever have those days where you are absolutely positive it would have been better, had you just refused to get up out of bed? Today was definitely one of those!!!

It started off pretty much like usual...

The alarm clock went off at 6:20, I hit the snooze. I laid in bed for what seemed like a really long time, only to realize that I hadn't hit the snooze at all and what seemed like such a long time, was thankfully only 20 minutes. I could deal with that. Got up, made my way to the shower. Decided that I wasn't gonna do my hair today ("doing my hair" requires taking forever to straighten it with a blowdryer and then follow with a flat iron). Since it has been so muggy lately, and my hair only kinks up in it, I was going with curls today. No fuss, no muss. Ok fine, done with that. I then get the boys up, they have to shower. That went off without a hitch. It's getting close to leaving time and Tyler stops cooperating, he would rather play with the dog. I'm getting a little frustrated by this point, but no big deal, we get out the door only about 10 minutes later than usual. It could be worse. I make the short drive to the kids school, (down the street, around the block, and down one more street). By the time we get there (maybe 1 minute), the kids are trying to punch each other and yelling and screaming the usual stuff like "shutup", "you're so stupid". Ok, here is where my foul mood begins. I tell them to "stop it" and "be nice to each other"...etc. We say our goodbyes and I'm off to work. Mind you, I'm somewhat aggravated, but this could have easily subsided upon getting to work and starting my day. Until I actually get to work...

I get there and start the daily routine...voice mail, getting doc's schedules together, things like that. I go into the kitchen to make coffee and find that the coffee pot is FULL of coffee grounds. It's in the pot, in the water reservoir, and where you put the filter. Joy! I begin cleaning that when the medical assistant walks in there and opens the fridge. Shes like, "oh my gosh, look at this!" Inside the fridge WERE leftovers from the luncheon we had the day before (chinese). However, it appeared that a large bear had gotten into these leftovers, leaving ALL of the containers wide open, food dripping down the front of the drawers, seeping all over the shelves. Here is where my tirade began. It was no bear that had gotten into the fridge! Oh no, it was our one and only male doctor...the one who eats everyone's food whether it's up for grabs or not. You can practically be mid bite, and he will have his hands in there. (And he has no remorse at all, if you confront him about it). I lost it! I'm done cleaning up after him. From now on, things will have to rot in the fridge, if he is the cause for the mess. If there are 12 cups on his desk growing all sorts of science project type bacteria's, I really don't care. I will go buy a new coffee cup before cleaning one of his! And if someone dare say anything about the "mess in the kitchen", I WILL explain to them that I do my own dishes! (And Peanutt's) That's all I'm worrying about. Everyone has become way too lax about leaving stuff like that for us. We're not maids, and I'm sick of it always being left up to us. Okay back to the real work now.

It wasn't so much that today was your typical nasty person day, it was more just that it was too busy to possibly keep up. That type of day gets you stressing out just because there is all this work piling up, you are working as efficiently as you possibly can, and you just don't ever get to the end of this formidable pile. On a day like that, if Peanutt isn't around, I can usually count on the nurse to stay up front and actually pitch in as much as she possibly can. Not today! Nope, she was more concerned about heading off to lunch with one of the docs, than the fact that I was ready to walk the hell out! She also had a secret meeting with our administrator in the afternoon, that she "just had to go to". Give me a break! Anyhow, I worked like a crazy woman most of the day and the last few hours ended up slowing a bit, and I got some relief. During this time, I called Brian and left a message telling him that I was having a bad day and that he should take me out for dinner. Which, I was only partially kidding about that, it really didn't matter if we went out or not. He called back though, said it sounded good, we would meet right after work. I got out a little late, as the nurse didn't get back from the secret meeting until almost 5 and I had to update her on all the messages I had taken for her...etc.

I head off to the restaurant. We went to a new rib place by the house that has been absolutely packed from the day it opened a few weeks ago. The food was great (bbq ribs, corn on the cob, wonderful potato salad, baked beans, corn bread). I was thoroughly enjoying it, when the dreaded topic of children's chores came up! This seems to be the one area that Brian and I just don't see eye to eye on, because I am always made to feel like I'm doing something wrong! And while I totally value his opinions and listen to suggestions that he might make...my children are my children, and what I say goes! This discussion was about mowing the lawn. He felt that Corey should mow the front and back tomorrow. I said that I would be doing the front, he didn't like that answer. He feels that Corey is plenty old enough to be doing both and that's how it should be done. Bottom line. Well, Corey has only mowed the lawn on 2 occasions, and the front is what everyone sees...I want to do it. His defense..."how will he ever learn, if you keep doing it for him?" Ugh! So, I can see where this is headed, right to an argument. I pay for dinner and walk out, without a word. He gets in his truck, me in my car, we take off. I get home and he shows up there. Oh, but he doesn't show up because of me! No, he shows up to work on the waverunners. He went and bought a special hose for it, checked the oil, washed them...all the while, never saying a word to me. I decide that I'm going to finish the planting of my flowers.

A new saga begins...LOL

I start planting the remainder of the flowers I had bought this past weekend. There weren't a whole lot left, but I finish that up and decide that I will start transplanting some hostas from the front into the back, and I moved some lillies that were being hidden by rose bushes, etc. The hostas proved to be a little bit of a challenge, their roots were entwined for what seemed like miles, but I got the job done. Just before finishing all of that, I had let the dog out. He goes and does his business, I'm ready to let him in and go in myself to start working inside the house, when I notice the back of him is covered in poop. Ga-ross! (I'm not talking a little bit here either, he is covered). I resign myself to the fact that I HAVE to give him a bath and run in the house for my gloves and to start the bath water. Brian had just finished his outside festivities and decided to come in and watch the basketball game. I'm sure he was wondering why I walked by in big yellow gloves almost up to my elbows, carrying the dog, but he doesn't say a word. I give the dog a bath, him shaking out his fur and drenching me every 5 seconds, (not to mention the bathroom) and come out into the livingroom to start blowdrying and brushing him. However, he really isn't fond of the blowdryer and instead wants to roll around on the floor and soak every square inch! Nice! So, we finally start the blowdrying procedure, me with my leg over him so he can't escape, and we get about 4 seconds into this task, and he squirms out from underneath my leg and runs off into the middle of the living room and just starts heaving. Oh no, here she (actually he) blows! So, I have just finished bathing the poo off of him and now he is puking on top of it. Wonderful! Of course I clean this mess up, and now proceed to the task at hand. But wait, a neighbor is knocking at the door, and it's not just any neighbor, it's Carol! *cue the scary music* While I love Carol to pieces, she is a great person, she loves my kids, and would help me in any way that she possibly could (and has), she will talk your head off to the point that you just start hearing "blah blah blah blah blah". (I just started thinking about that...this post is pretty long...you guys may be thinking the same thing about me! Sowwy, just an eventful day!) LOL So, I give her my ear for the next 20 minutes or so, while she tells me about, well, everything! (All the while, Brian is sitting on the couch smiling smugly at me, knowing that there is really nothing I can do to escape!) Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore, I picked a small but sufficient pause, and I turn on the blowdryer. Carol takes her cue and says, "well, I'll let you get back to it", and leaves. Whew, glad that's over! Now, I know that maybe I could have been a little more polite, I could have sat there for hours listening like a good friend and neighbor should, but I was just at the end of my rope! Sorry, Carol. I still love ya!

Now, in walks the boys. I try to finish blowdrying the dog, he is not cooperating AT ALL! He is not only squirming around, but getting downright pissed. He is biting at it and barking, basically going crazy. Finally, I shoot an evil look over at Brian and say, "can you not see that I could really use some help here?" He doesn't look too happy about helping, but comes over to assist anyhow. We finish this task and the boys run outside to play. I figure this would be a good time for me to take a shower, so that I can relax sometime tonight. I take my shower and feel much better. So, I'm not totally relaxed, and still have a bit of laundry to do, but that's okay. At least I'm no longer covered in dog stink, and dirt from gardening, it's a start!

The kids come running in the house and I hear Tyler get to his bedroom and shriek..."OH MY GOSH!" "Mom, Max pooped in my room!" Now, I have told the children numerous times, to make sure to close their doors when they leave in the mornings, but did he heed my warning? No, he did not! I tell him that he is just gonna have to clean it up himself! He didn't like that answer one bit, but says "okay". I leave him to his task.

Brian decides that it's high time for him to leave. Remember, we had barely spoken 2 words to each other in hours. I walk out the door after him to ask if he even has any clue as to why I'm mad and get in reply, *sarcastically*, "no, but I'm very interested why you are!" Ugh. I'm done, that's it!! Can't take anymore. I tell him that it's quite obvious that he feels like he can just walk out that door and all will be forgotten by morning, but that is NOT how things are going to work! I get back in the house, Tyler is now crying, because cleaning up dog poop, almost made him get sick. (He has no clue that I had not only bathed a poopy dog, but cleaned up his large pile of vomit!) I'm not feeling very sympathetic at this point, but it was pulling at my heart strings a bit, I must admit. I just hope that he learned his lesson this time. I'm thinking this might be effective solution to him leaving his door open! LOL At least I hope it is.

The kids go off to bed, I'm finishing up some laundry and trying to type this novel, when I get kicked offline at about 12-12:30 am, by the phone ringing. Of course it's Brian, wanting to talk! We talked until just before 2 am, and did actually resolve many things, but I still kinda have that big fight hangover, where not EVERYTHING is back to normal on this end just yet. Ah well, I will get over it very soon, I'm sure. Today is a new day, and I'm sure it will be much better.

So, sorry for the length...this one was a killer, I know. On a happier note, I'm gonna post a meme that I got from Leesa (thank you). Should be fun, and I hope everyone will try and participate in this one! It's kinda interesting! *wink wink*

Have a great day all!