This blog is named what it is for a reason. Because I have many things to flush. Today, we will discuss what goes in the toilet, and then, hopefully flush, with no backups or clogs. If you have a weak fortitude, consider yourself forewarned. You might want to leave now.
The day started with a troubled text message from someone I care about. And when I said the day started that way, I do mean literally. The text message came in before I was out of bed. I managed to go to the bathroom and get coffee before the phone call started. The phone call lasted a long time. Without going into all the gory details, I ended up being a sounding board for some relationship issues. Not sure if my take on the situation was perceptive or ridiculous, and I doubt I was any help. But that is how I started my day. I am not complaining -- this is two people I care about, and I would do anything to help.
The situation above made me late getting ready for church. (OK - that, and checking Facebook, and checking for blog updates (which sadly were not posted), and looking at emails, etc.) MightyMO was ready on time, and because of plans for the afternoon, we were going in separate cars. When he left, my hair was still wet, and I had no makeup on, and because I don't want to cause nightmares for anyone, I won't go into any detail about my state of being dressed. He went on to church, one girl in tow, and got our seats. I did the super rush version of getting ready and made it to church before the greeters closed the doors, sans coffee. (I usually take a cup into the service with me.) Church was good. A drama skit done at the service was a little over the top for my tastes, but it was a good message.
I had a little time to kill before my afternoon outing, so I headed to the car wash, only to find it CLOSED. So my car is still a disaster. So, I headed to Shoe Station to get a purse that I had decided to splurge on for my upcoming Disney trip. I couldn't decide between two colors, and since I had neither one of my girls with me to ask for advice, I asked a clerk. I chose exactly opposite of what she suggested. I felt bad about it, and apologized, it just seemed kind of rude.
Next, I was off to my planned outing with a friend. This friend is 9 months pregnant. In fact, unless something happens tomorrow, she is going in the hospital for an induction on Tuesday. I had suggested some grown up girl time having lunch and pedicures before she got tied to dirty diapers and colic. We had fun, gabbed for 4 straight hours, AND I have pretty toes. Yay!
Fun fact: She's of the age that some extra tests were ordered, and she and her hubby have looked away from ELEVEN ultrasounds -- they don't know if they are having a boy or a girl. How cool is that?!? I'm so glad I'll get to meet a new little person this week!
On to the Grocery Store. Ugh. I did my standard thing, and called my husband to ask if there was anything he needed.
PET PEEVE INJECTION: MightyMO has a great deal on his cell phone plan, and he should, because HIS PHONE DOES NOT WORK AT OUR HOUSE! ARGH! It's the most frustrating thing EVER. Mind you, we gave up home phones quite some time ago, so our cells are "IT". He has to walk outside the house, find magnetic north, and stand on one leg while holding his mouth right to get a signal. He got a newer phone, and this got worse!
Back to the phone call to ask what he needed: He told me he's already been to the store. Great, except, when he shops, I don't get a call to find out what I need. I start asking did he get this, No. Did he get that, what about this other, HE CANT HEAR ME. PHONE CALL ENDS. I try to call back. Voice Mail. I wait for him to call back. He doesn't. I sit in the Grocery Store parking lot and wait. Nothing. I send a text, asking him to just text me list of what he did get. Nothing. NADA. I call BigB. No answer. I finally text MightyMO and ask him to have BigB call me. She does, except by now, I am in the recesses of WalMart, and I have NO SERVICE. We text back and forth about what Daddy got at the store. Turns out, I had a list about a mile long of things that were ignored. So I grocery shopped, praying I was not duplicating. Needless to say, by the time I finished shopping, I was TICKED.
Arrive home, another phone call, regarding relationship issues of the morning.
Proceed to fixing dinner. MightyMO announces he has already fixing something. For himself only. GRRRR. Children have not begun chores: I have to get out my MM hat (meanest mom) and GET SERIOUS. I have BigB unloading dishwasher, and MightyMO tells her to stop, because she is in the way of him cooking his exclusive dinner. STEAM.
Dinner is over. Kitchen cleaned. I had ghee toast with p'butter for dessert. Might go have more. It comforted me from this long, long day.
This is boring stuff, I know. This is the crapola that I deal with daily. Everyone has their issues. This is what the toilet water is for though, so the crapola can be flushed away.
And if you were not bored enough, there will be more flushing tomorrow. No need for a laxative.
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