Outside of work, I'm a pretty laid back person. There isn't much that gets me in a tizzy and I'm pretty good about keeping things in perspective. Most of the time.
Now is not one of those times. I'm literally counting the hours to when the moving truck pulls into our driveway tomorrow morning. We have done so much packing, and yet I know there are still the last minute items that need to be done and can't until just before 'they' arrive. There is no more food in the house, and I'm stuck here. Why?
My car is in the shop for the 3rd day. I still have not heard that they have put it together again and I can pick it up. It started with a small introduction to a curb that took out my wheel. The tow truck cracks my oil pan in the process. That was 3 weeks ago. A week later, I can't start the car. I need a new starter. That is done. Late last week I can't start it again. Turns out, not only did the tow truck kill my oil pan, but they damaged the fly wheel which then damages some doo-hicky on the brand new starter. When the mechanic found that, he also determined that I needed a new clutch (at 100K miles, I knew that was coming at some point, just really didn't need it when I'm buying a new house!). Total damage after taking out what the tow company paid, $1900. So much for the the chair and coffee table I found.
Then, I get a call from my son's daycare that he has a stomache ache and a temperature, "Could you come pick him up?" I actually started to laugh and it sounded a bit hysterical. I don't have a car. My husband is over an hour away. Was this a joke? So, I call my husband who couldn't leave work, and he says, "Call a cab." A cab? I live in the 'burbs for crying out loud! And, they are dirty. I decided that I'll stem my spoiled child self for the time being and called the local cab company and get my sick child.
The junk guys are coming shortly. I've finally managed to get everything out front for them to haul it away. If you remember, I have no food in the house. Part of this is because I was throwing everything out. One of the things that I threw out was raspberry sorbet. I'd originally put the trash bag with all the food in the garage because I didn't want animals to get at it. Well, as it sat there, some items had pushed a hole through the bag. As I brought it out to the front, raspberry sorbet cascaded all down my legs. Now the bag sits out there in a trash barrel attracting bees and wasps.
The good thing? My son that seems to attract bees and wasps just by peeking out the front door, is stuck in the house so I won't have to worry about another sting.
Thank you for allowing me to rant. I actually feel better now. I'll say good bye for a few days as my internet connection will be gone for a while. Everyone have a great weekend!
