Pardon me while I have a hysterical moment….
This has been one of THOSE days. If it was not broke or ruined before noon today, it has broken, ripped, smeared or shredded on its own with no help and for no apparent reason since then.
Let’s see, the battery in the car died, the garage door died, and Emma decided that potty training is for wimps. To top things off I had to clean out the van today and shop for a new car seat. It appears that the very expensive car seat I bought a year ago will only be able to grace Princess Hooah’s! little derriere for another 4 pounds. How do these baby equipment manufacturers dodge the RICO act? Gawd love ‘em!
Today’s anticlimactic moment was brought to me courtesy of the local radio station. I was listening to the radio as I was vacuuming the back floor in the van. Trust me there was enough spilled Cheerios and Cheese Nips to feed a small country. What else played but the old song “One moment in time” performed by Whitney Houston (pre-crack addiction) for the Olympics. You know, the phrase “Give me one moment in time when all of my dreams are a heat beat away, and the answers are all up to me…” is a very depressing thing to hear when you are scraping the baby’s banana off of the back of the passenger side seat. Answers up to me, huh?
To top it all off I stopped by Wal*Mart on my way home (I was childless for a couple of hours), and I just had a leisurely stroll through the store. There was only a few things I needed, but I just took my time — getting from one end to the other is a short cross country trip anyway. I am glad that tent section is in the middle so one can at least take a small nap when needed. Anyway, I was walking through the store minding my own business. I got a lot of smiles. I smiled back. I figured everyone was just in a good mood. Instead I found out when I got to my car that they were smiling because my blouse was half unbuttoned! I Claire do by solemnly swear that if I ever see another woman in public and her blouse is unbuttoned (and it is obvious she is not trying to get a date) that I will find a tactful way to let her know.
I keep telling myself “Claire, this is just a huge collective, cosmic practical joke! Isn’t it funny! hahaha! No. It’s a global conspiracy! It’s really too bad that Dante is dead. He could easily extract a few scenarios from my day and add a whole new level of hell to the Inferno. Oh well, with all of that what else could possibly go wrong? Oh man the phone rang right when I wrote that phrase. I am scared. See you all on the other side of the edge.
PS. I have shin splints from running yesterday. Isn’t that special?
Sounds like you have had one long day, and it’s not over with yet. Need a long bubble bath sounds like to me.
If I would have been in that same store with you, I promise I would have told you. I have had the same thing happen to me, and it is not fun.
Thanks Stacy. It has been weird to say the least. It is like all of the powers of the forces of darkness have been released and summoned to my home. Gremlins attack!
I really did feel like a big dork when I realized my blouse was half way undone. Doh! Thank you for being one of those women who would say something! You are a rare gem!
I would have said something. I promise I would have been nice about it too. Look at it this way: at least you dinot have toliet paper sticking out of your pantyhose while your skirt was tucked into them. :)It has happened, not just not to me.
I’m sorry…you’re day just made me laugh.
I usually don’t laugh at other’s misfortunes.
BTW, could you come by and vacuum out my van? there is this odor…
NGW: Thanks! You know us women have to stick together. You know I always, always brush sweep my skirt after a trip to the bathroom. That thought mortifies me! :p
Triplee: It made me laugh too — of course it was a very wild and hysterical kind of laughter! Now, the smell factor — oh I haven’t even tackled that one yet. There is not enough febreeze manufactured to deal with the ever so present mini-van odor!
We were in the petting zoo part of the Cleveland Zoo once when my kids were little…lady had the tp trailing out of her shorts. I’m thinking I would want someone to tell me…so I tell her. If looks could kill…she gave me a snear, ripped the tp out of her shorts and stomped away. Blame the messenger I guess :-)
Hope today is less stressful for you Claire.
Claire ~ I have had a great morning reading over several of your posts!
I have not had the unbuttoned shirt experience, but I have had the unzipped pants. OY!
I am with you, Please lean in and give me a clue when all of my goods on on full disply!
OMG I love you……I hope the evening was better and the phone not something else for you to deal, BTW you did crack me up with the way you wrote this entry….sorry couldn’t help but LOL XOXOXO
Mary Ann - That was nice of you to say something. I guess the embarrassment was a little too much for her! You are right and we should never shoot the messenger! :)
Cavmom — Thanks for stopping by! The unzipped pants are no fun either! Us women have to stick together… we should have a sisterhood pact that we will always say something to a sister in need!
long days…
not much fun.
hoping you have a week that makes up for it!
Heather — love you too, and thanks for all the encouragement. Some days you are the one encouraging and other days you are the one being encouraged! Thank God we all have one another!
Army wife — Thanks! Yes, the long days are long indeed! I am leaving Friday morning for Ft. Benning. I think that a long weekend with Mr. Hooah! will make up for all of the calamity! :)