Monday, November 10, 2008

Monday temper tantrum


UGH ! It's Monday, and everything is turning to shit ! It's turning into one of those days, when all my plans for the day have gone to the wayside, and merely accomplishing anything is a huge, monumental, effort.

I went to bed early last night because, I had a Doctors appointment at 9:45 this morning. (just a regular Diabetes check) The Dr's office is only a few blocks away, so I slept until 9:00AM. I woke up to find that Jake seems to have come down with Heathers flu bug; so I called to see if I could bring him with me and get a strep test run on him. Normally, I can get in and out of the doctor's office in less than 45 minutes, but not today. We ended up waiting over an hour to see him. Jake got antibiotics, and I got a flu shot in addition to my usual lab work. By the time we were done, we were both starving because, I had to fast for the blood work. We dropped off Jake's prescription at the pharmacy, and went to Sonic to get something to eat while they filled it. I was so hungry that I ended up eating too much and then, all I wanted to do was sleep.

It was after noon by the time we got home. I had planned on taking the dogs for a walk when I got home, (and before it started raining.) but then, I thought I'd be home by 10:30, So that didn't work out. I really had to force myself to get up and do something. As I mentioned yesterday, I pretty much let everything go over the weekend. As I dragged my ass around trying to pick up the weekend crap, my legs got heavier and heavier, and all I wanted to do was nap. But no, I pushed on. . . I got the vacuum out, plugged it in, and flipped the switch. As I pushed it back and forth over the carpet, I realised that it wasn't picking anything up, just moving it around. 'Perfect! That's just perfect.' Then, I remembered that Jake had used the vacuum yesterday when I told him to clean his room. 'Okay, it all makes sense now.' I sat down on the floor and started tearing the stupid contraption apart. Of course, as soon as I sat on the floor, all the dogs gathered around me, licking me, and wanting to play. Once I convinced them that I wasn't playing, I took the broom stick and ran it through the vacuum hose, and out came the most disgusting, dust covered crap, I've ever seen. LOTS of it - yuck ! 3o minutes later, I put it all back together, and turned it on again. The damn thing still won't suck any dirt up!

I'm sure my husband will fix it when he gets home, but I don't like this stupid vacuum anymore - I hate it- and I want a new one! I don't want to deal with this crappy house anymore, my right arm hurts where I got my flu shot, my left arm hurts where they took blood, I'm cranky, my head hurts, and I need a nap ! I'm done. No one cares about the house except me, and if I go to bed and close my eyes, I won't be able to see it, therefore, It won't exist. I'm done. Done, done, done.

If anyone wants me, I'll be in my room.

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sparsely kate said...

Fair enough too!!

You know, I have had the worst temper tantrums over the frikkin vacuum cleaner. I just paid over two hundred dollars for a new one and I've broke it already and that makes me so mad. grrr

I hope you do go and have a big lie down!!

jasminharrington said...

Wow! You sound like me 20 years ago. HAHAHAHA

Auburn haired artist said...

Jas: You can still throw a pretty good trantrum, when you put your mind to it.