Thursday, December 10, 2015

Surly Fucking Goddamned Unbelievable Thursday

So I get up this morning, thinking, great, husband's finally home tomorrow, Christmas party this week-end, weather's good, going to get a bunch of errands done today, take Eve for a haircut after school, pick up Angus from physio after the haircut, go get flu shots, come home and have dinner ready in the crockpot.

I try to flush the toilet in our bathroom. The handle snaps off.

Okay, no problem. Husband's home tomorrow, should be an easy fix.

I get in the shower. Tap feels a little weird, but shower works okay.

I head out, remember I've had contacts waiting for pick-up at the optometrist's that I keep forgetting about. Drive for awhile. Realize I've sailed right past the intersection where I should have turned left for the optometrist's office. Double back. Pick up contacts.

Head towards the library, turn right. Drive for awhile, look around and wonder where the fuck I am. Realize I turned right one street too soon.

Okay, no problem. Pay closer attention to where I'm going.

Go to the library, Bed Bath and Beyond and Indigo. Buy a couple of Christmas presents. Get a call from Angus's school that he got hit on the head with a weight in fitness class and needs to be picked up and assessed for concussion.

Okay, no problem. He didn't lose consciousness or vomit. He has a monster goose egg on his head. He checks out fine. Enjoyable moment when the doctor asks him his favourite subject and he says history and the doctor looks surprised and then tries to recover. Enjoyable moment two when he makes Angus do a hand exercise and I ask if he's going to make him do Bishop's knife trick from Alien and he says "maybe". We go back to the school to pick up his books and I ask the woman in the office to let his other teachers know he'll be out for the rest of the day.

Come home, drop off Angus, finish my errands, check back on Angus. Walk Lucy. Go upstairs to take a quick shower. The tap makes a weird crack and no water comes out.

Okay, no problem. We have another shower.

Come downstairs. Get a message from the school saying that Angus was reported absent for his remaining classes because I guess no one bothered to sign him out while wheeling him out in the fucking wheelchair.

Cancel his physio appointment. Take Eve for a haircut. Skip flu shots. Realize I didn't have time to make dinner. Feed the kids Wendy's.

I'm at my computer at the kitchen table. I'm wearing an apron. WHY THE FUCK AM I WEARING AN APRON?


7 comments:

Alison said...

Oh, for the LOVE. Why does everything go to crap at the worst possible time?

On the positive side, surely tomorrow has to be better (at least your husband will be home to handle some of the crap).

Steph Lovelady said...

Why was the doctor surprised he likes history? Was it an assumption based on his being an athlete? I know you've said that's happened before. Must be annoying.

And sorry about your lousy day. Happens to the best of us.

Dimitra Melehes said...

And that's when my husband would walk in and ask, "What did you do all day?"

Apron? You had good intentions...as always..
Xo

Nicole said...

No one signed him out after all that???? Wtf, surly Thursday indeed.

Nothing at all wrong about Wendy's. Tonight I gave my kids frozen chicken fingers and fries that I heated up in the oven because nooooooooooo can't make anything else. Also I'm drinking wine.

Hannah said...

Ye gods, what a miserable goddamn day. Hey, universe! Give it a rest, mmmkay?

Ms. G said...

Because you ARE the modern day June Cleaver : )We had Wendy's Thursday too. It was just that kind of vibe in the universe. I also just forgot I was in the middle of doing some filing and turned right into to my computer.

Sarah said...

Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I have been having too many surly Thursdays...

Glad your boy is OK.