March 13, 2007
universal retribution
So yesterday, I was feeling pretty smug , which is never a good idea because even when you THINK everything is done it totally isn’t, and I went off to get the boys at school and we headed home for a snack and some much-deserved playtime. In the car, Charlie said, “Can I have some cake for snack?” Sure, I said, why not?
“Okay!” he said, “and YOU can have some, TOO!”
Sure! Why not!
Henry ate his snack and wandered away while Charlie sat and meticulously savored EVERY SINGLE CRUMB of his cake and told me about his day, which mostly consisted of getting into trouble for “being crazy” at his table (I don’t know what that means either but clearly it’s not good). I was still feeling pretty good about getting EVERYTHING DONE when Henry said, “Mom, would you read us one of these books? From the library bag?”
Dammit. I completely forgot to return the library books. And since they were going to be overdue at the end of the day, and the videos (which accumulate fines at FIFTY CENTS A DAY!) couldn’t be renewed any more, we had to go to the library. Which, of course, is RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER from Charlie’s school. Wouldn’t it have been easier to return the books BEFORE I picked Charlie up? Why yes, it would have!
Argh.
Last night, I cooked two dinners, neither of which was edible (pasta pie that just went wrong, somehow, and a frozen pizza that was burnt on top AND raw in the middle). I tried on my cute new shoes only to find that they are too small and will have to be sent back to Zappos.
And finally, after I gloated about the painters, the exterior guys STILL HAVEN’T SHOWN UP. Which may or may not mean anything, but WHERE ARE THEY? Because now I’m afraid they’re never going to show up and we will never sell this house and I will have to live here FOREVER.
At least I still have cake.
Posted by Susan @ 10:17 am • Uncategorized
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March 13th, 2007 at 10:36 am, dani Says:
ugh! you deserve cake. we are putting an offer on a new house today - eeks. Even eek-ier given that we have not yet put our own house on the market. We are not too smart.
March 13th, 2007 at 10:50 am, Jeana Says:
Dude. Our library charges $3.50 a day late fees on movies. So the first day I can rationalize that it’s less than if I had rented the movie. After that I have to start giving myself credit for the ones I’ve returned on time, and what they would have cost if I had paid to rent them. Denial anyone?
March 13th, 2007 at 12:36 pm, candace Says:
Jeana’s got me beat: our library charges $2.00 per day, per title. I’m not allowed to borrow movies anymore because I can’t be trusted to take them back on time.
Have more cake.
March 13th, 2007 at 2:04 pm, Jack's Raging Mommy Says:
You should have a mudslide too. (The only cocktail I can think of to go with cake)
Our library has NO late fees. I win!
March 13th, 2007 at 2:34 pm, Joel S Says:
Cake makes everything better, at least. I know how it is with painters though. Is it too much to ask for them to, say… call if they’ll be late? honestly.
March 13th, 2007 at 3:09 pm, Melissa Says:
Our library charges $1 a day for the movies, which are due back WAAAY sooner than the books. So I always forget.
Oh, crud, I was supposed to take stuff back to the library yesterday. Argggh. Maybe we’ll go tonight when it’s deserted.
March 13th, 2007 at 5:52 pm, Wendy Says:
What? All I saw was cake.
March 13th, 2007 at 6:21 pm, Karianna Says:
Oh, dear. But I’ll take cake over burnt-raw pizza and possessed-pasta-pie.
March 13th, 2007 at 9:43 pm, wordgirl Says:
If I were a doctor (and–sadly–I do not even play one on tv), I would prescribe cake for many, many things. Please, take two pieces and call me in the morning.
March 14th, 2007 at 6:34 am, cce Says:
I know how you feel, you speak confidently about something like having found painters and this somehow jinxes the whole thing. I posted about Spring cleaning last week after a very warm weekend and, low and behold, winter came back with a vengeance, three degrees the morning after my post. http://www.madmarriage.com/blog/2007/03/06/the-gods-must-be-angry/Sometimes I think instead of a guardian angel, I have some sort of demented celestial being looking down on me and taking great pleasure in kicking my ass.