This is how my day was supposed to look yesterday:
*7:30 am–Get up before husband and Owen, take shower and make quick run to store for bread (I don’t know that it’s important for you the reader to know that my house ran out of bread, but there it is. I bought honey whole wheat, if you’re interested)
*8:45 am–Greet mother-in-law who arrives to watch feral adorable offspring
*9:00am–car packed and ready to go, with both of us in it and on the road, to return husband to N. Carolina
*1:30pm–back in VA, stop by work for a little bit to put out any potential fires from weekend
*4:30pm–back home and in for the rest of night
This is how the day really went:
*7:15 am–alarm goes off. Snooze button repeatedly forcibly hit
*7:38 am–phone rings, husband called in for Jury Duty. Wha? But we sent a letter to the judge (based on crap advice given by Sherriff’s Department when work situation explained). Answer: Do not pass go, do not collect $200, husband better be at Jury Duty @ 9am or else.
*7:50am: Discover that house is slightly brisk due to Furnace having given up the ghost at some point during the previous night
*8:00 am-10:00 am– wait wait wait…
*10:15am–husband home from Jury Duty. Dismissed! Great, now we can get on the road and still make good time!
*11:30am–tinker with uncooperative furnace. Crap crap crap.
*2:00pm–FINALLY leave for N. Carolina. Try to repeatedly display homicidal feelings towards husband through STARE OF DEATH. Unfortunately, STARE OF DEATH does not seem to be penetrating.
*6:30pm–Return home to VA. House feels almost welcoming warmth-wise; furnace must be working! Nope–just a super efficient space-heater.
*7:30pm–Landlord and wife come over to look at furnace–landlord manages to touch something that causes an electrical arc and smoke to pour out of furnace motor. Crap crap crap.
*11:00pm–give up and go to bed and hope Tuesday goes more according to plan.