Just a quick jaunt to the Storage Shed to retrieve some items from my storage shed turns into an hour of ranting, tears and cursings....
4:55 Kids are sleeping. Move my mom's van from behind my van
4:56 Gather my boxes of Halloween items to take back to storage
4:58 Borrow my Mom's cell phone, because mine is frozen and probably kaput. Hop in my van. Turn on Christmas music to ease my drive.
4:59 Call Christian to have him meet me at the Storage Shed so that he can help me move large items if needed - he is with a customer.
5:02 Call his cell phone - he is just leaving work. He will hurry to help.
5:05 Arrive at Storage Shed just behind someone else. They enter. The gate will not go back down.
5:07 Get Manager - I have to back my car up to make the gate close.
5:08 Can't recall Storage Shed Number. Finally get the correct sequence on the 4th try. Enter.
5:09 Pull up to my Shed and position my car so that my headlights can shine into the shed.
5:12 Call Christian in utter rage because it is somehow HIS fault that I can't get the key to open the shed. He apologizes and says he is getting there as quickly as possible. My fingers are raw from twisting the key back and forth.
5:13 Kick the Storage Shed door to make myself fell better. Now foot hurts.
5:14 Try some more- FINALLY get the lock to open.
5:16 Back the car up to shine the headlights better. Turn the car off, but leave the headlights and radio on to keep my company.
5:17 Carry the Halloween stuff in. Trip over a box. Set the Halloween stuff down. It tips over and pumpkins go flying. Curse. Gather pumpkins.
5:19 Push large boxes out of the way. Sun light fading quickly. Pick up a box, something hits me in the face and I bite my lower lip, drawing blood. Curse again.
5:21 Still moving boxes, searching for the Thanksgiving boxes.
5:25 Cursing. Blaming husband for boxes not being well placed.
5:30 FINALLY FIND THE THANKSGIVING BOXES!!!
5:33 Putting boxes back. Can not longer hear radio. Odd...
5:37 Shove the last box in.
5:38 Now can't get the lock to close. Cursing Mr. Padlock and all of his wealthy heirs. Get it closed on the 12th try.
5:40 Hop in van. Turn key.
Click Click Click
5:40 Sit in disbelief. Van's battery is dead. Turn key again.
Click Click Click
Call Husband. Search van for jumper cables. Find said cables - try to decide whether to laugh or cry or curse. Do all three.
5:50 Husband arrives. Jump starts van. Feel very guilty for blaming husband for keys not working and van battery dying. Must make it up later.....
6:00 Arrive home. Exhausted. Kids are hungry and need diapers changed.
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5 comments:
GRRR! Why? Why can't it be one thing here, and one thing there - it has to be EVERYTHING goes wrong all at the same time! I hate days like this. Glad Christian came to save the day!
You are entertaining :)
I love how you admit that you get frustrated at Christian when he has nothing to do with it! I do that too! Richard takes the blame for anything that goes wrong! It just has to be that way :)
I am peeing! I can totally picture this whole scenerio and I can hear all the swear words coming out of your mouth. And you know I would be pissed at Dan too even though NONE of it was his fault. We women are AWESOME!
Sorry, Karen but I'm peeing at you! You are so funny in your posts.....
I'm just amazed you are motivated enough to find your holiday decorations in a storage shed and use them! How can I be more like you? I hate getting in and out of boxes...even when they are in my basement!
Love how it is all somehow Christians fault....men! How are they always our fall guys and they still love us?!
That just made my day - I can't stop laughing. Thank you for that!
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