Do Over?
Do Over-
So some days you have days where you wish they could just be done over. Friday was one of those days. First of all - I was excited because it was my birthday and we were leaving for vacation the next day. So all the hype was there for a letdown.
As I hate coming home and having a mess - I wanted to get a few things done around the house. But it’s almost comical about how everything that could go wrong did…
- First - It took a while to find the screwdriver and allenwrench to take apart the crib that Ian doesn’t use any more.
- Then when I started sweeping - I gashed my thumb open on the welding rods in the basement. As the blood was dripping on the floor - I definitely needed a bandaid. However, we were extremely low - and only had some gag bandaids left. At least there was the duck-tape themed bandaid though.
- Then when getting the old cat tower out to the trash - I managed to fall down the stairs. To add insult to injury (OK - just a small scratch on my neck) I landed in wet cat litter (since I’d shaken the rugs out earlier).
- Then there was the 18 sticks of Trident in the washing machine (Luckily I found the damage before it all went in the dryer)
- Finally after 5 hours of cleaning and packing - it was time to go-to Target for some last minute supplies. But when I get there - I search my pockets for the list. Then I search the car. Why would it be any of these places (since I found it after I went shopping in the recycle bin).
- But apparently everywhere in the world is out of medium size swim diapers and they only have small or large.
- After getting Ian (and forgetting the chocolate milk for the car), as Pete had asked me to not put things in the car (going to totally ignore that request in the future), Ian un-packed all the toys that I’d gathered up for the car ride.
I guess the main part of the day that makes the whole day not a do-over, was going out for a date at the nearby wine bar. Definitely a place for a re-pete.