This week has been totally insane. Twists, turns and complications have hit me from nearly every angle! Now that it's Friday, I'm just looking back and doing what I can to laugh it all off.
Monday:
I get out the door late because today my husband was watching our nephew. So instead of getting through my morning first THEN waking up the kids, my nephew shows up at 7am, which wakes up the kids. No prob, I just had an interrupted morning.
I was starting a swim class with my mom in law that started shortly after I got off work. Now, we'd gotten home so late Sunday night I didn't have a chance to really confirm things with my mom in law, but when I saw the two new locks on the counter in the morning, I knew we were still on.
However, I didn't have a swimsuit, nor did I bring home the one from my parents house that I use when I'm over there like I'd intended. So on my lunch break, after trying to catch up on patient statements that were (at that time) a week late, I scream over to Costco, hoping they had some swimsuits still in stock. If not, I figured I'd trek to Walmart on my way home or something. Costco DID have some, but the biggest one they had was a size or two too small, and they were all two piece suits (but they were skirts, that was a bonus!). I figured I'd lose enough weight eventually for it to fit, have to be diligent enough to keep track of two pieces, and hi-tailed it out of there to get back to work JUST in time.
Now, I've always been a conservative, one piece swimsuit kind of person. So the two piece issue worried me. I didn't even know if the two pieces would cover my torso enough. Then I realized it was a HALTER TOP!
*cringe*
Boy, I was REALLY going on a limb with this one!
So after work I scream up to the gym with little time to spare. (Good thing I got a suit at Costco on my lunch break, I wouldn't have had time to shop after work) And after some hesitation, I hit the locker room and CROSSED MY FINGERS!
(Note, I guess this would all make more sense if you all knew what happened last time I joined a gym. To make a long story short, I overheard some comments about me from ppl working out nearby, and never went to a gym again until my boss took me to his TINY gym he went to. It took some really loud music from my player and not having my glasses to get me to go workout for 30 minutes in a small gym that was virtually empty during my lunch hour.)
Yes, it was kinda small, and the bottom of the halter top didn't get to my waist (joys of a long torso among other things) but once I got in the water I calmed down. My mom in law and I got home just in time for me to put the kids down and go to bed. For the record, out the door and 7:45am, back in at about 8:45pm.
Tuesday:
My day with our nephew. The poor guy had to have been bored, as we couldn't drive anywhere (I don't think all three carseats fit in my backseat...) and I spent the day unloading from the weekend trip and doing countless loads of laundry to fold and put away. I also forgot my cell at work so I had no phone. I was trying to coordinate this upcoming weekend with a trip to Anacortes (45 min. drive each way) to pick up jars, a day of canning to fill said jars, and a separate canning outing with my stepmom in law. I'm also getting new tires for the car, and need to drive with my mom in law to drop off a car (about 45 min the opposite way of Anacortes). But, I can't coordinate with anyone on my 'day off' because I have no phone!
Also, my husband forgot to go shopping yesterday and so I ran out of diapers for Celesta. I couldn't drive to the store, and pushing a double stroller left my nephew free to run around, something I couldn't exactly risk on the BUSY streets between me and the store. I tried surviving on Lil' Swimmers, but I learned after Celesta soaked through about four outfits and two baths (and her shoes...Well lets just not go there) that they hold MAYBE an ounce or two before failing. My husband finally got home three hours later than expected, intercepting me putting the kids in the car (my nephew had just left) to run to the store and hopefully only be about 15 minutes late for my dermatologist appt (and unexpected kids in tow again. Last time they came Celesta screamed so loud in the waiting room I could hear her clear back with the doctor and the receptionist couldn't answer the phone) to get my stitches removed and more work done. So I didn't have to take the kids to my appt or go to the store, making me BARELY on time for my appointment. I was so wiped, I declined getting more work done that day and aimed to reschedule....someday.
Wednesday:
Swim class again. I'm telling you, getting out the door with two diaper bags, a gym bag, purse, lunch, nursing pump, AND two kids in the morning is quite the undertaking. (I think I remembered my lunch twice this week) My daughter threw up her breakfast on the way to the babysitter's so I'm late to work because I removed and dismantled the carseat for my friend to wash while I bathed and changed my daughter before screaming out the door. I'm now ten days late on things at work. Got my phone, but the battery was dead and my charger is in my husband's car. So I jacked the battery out of my husband's broken phone that happened to be in the car (Forgot to tell you about that! He busted his phone last week!) and made a COUPLE calls on the way from work to the gym. Didn't get home until nine, the gym childcare didn't feed or change my youngest, so she had soaked through her clothes to her carseat and was screaming all the way home for food.
Overall, this was the easiest day of the week.
Thursday: The day everything broke loose.
Let me start with how today was SUPPOSED to go: I go to work until noon, go home and can a batch of applesauce while the kids are napping, husband comes home to help if he's home early enough, and I get to take off and do some beading with a friend in town.
Yeeeeeeeeeeah, not so much. :)
Before I begin, I need to mention that the parking at the complex where we're all currently residing (with my mom in law) has specific permit parking requirements during the night. Each condo has two passes. Currently, we have 4 vehicles: My mom in law's truck, my car, my husband's car, and the van my mom in law borrowed for the month to vacation in (that I need to help her drop off this weekend). My mom in law lost one of the parking permits, so she's been parking her truck in her reserved parking space and the van currently has the permit. Usually, I have the permit and my husband parks out on the street because he usually doesn't have the kids.
Now, if you don't have a permit, you run the risk of getting towed. But they usually give you warning first, and they don't usually come through unless it's a really big problem parking or something. So once in awhile, we've left an untagged car in the parking lot, and my mom in law's been parking without a tag but in her reserved spot.
On Wednesday, we got home late from the gym, and I was in my pajamas before remembering I'd left my car in the lot. My husband assured my it'd be fine, but on a wild hair I decided to get out of bed and move the car. So, in my bathrobe and all, I trekked out in my slippers and moved the car. Embarassing, but I did it.
Which ended up being the smartest thing ever because that night, they decided to tow. Without warnings. They even yanked my mom in law's truck because it didn't have a tag even though `her truck is registered with the condo, and it was in her reserved, covered parking spot that no one else can park in. Of course, we don't figure this out until my mom in law leaves to go to work that morning. I had just gotten out of the shower and was dressing when I heard my mom in law yelling downstairs. Since her phone was lost (we've all had the best luck with phones this week) she had to borrow mine to call and report it stolen. The 911 dispatcher informed her the truck was towed to an impound about three miles away from our place.
Now, she takes the bus into town to work, so by this time she's already missed her bus. And she can't leave her truck in impound or else she gets charged more. Seeing the time was a little after 7 AM, I figured with the use of carpool lanes, We could get the truck out of impound, drop it off at the park and ride, I could drive her into Seattle to work, then she could just bus home like a normal day. If we left immediately, I would only be slightly late for work.
Since I'd gotten home so late from the gym last night, my husband picked up Celesta (Rach still comes to work with me) and brought my dismantled car seat home. I didn't put it together last night (It only takes me a minute or two) so as soon as the kids were all dressed and ready to go, I went to put the car seat together so we could go.
It was missing the buckle.
I was now stuck! I couldn't take Celesta in the car because I didn't have a car seat! My husband was already at work, so I couldn't take his car seat out of his car. We also found out that if we went to the impound before 8 AM, my mom in law would be charged and extra $100 to get her truck out.
So I call my husband, (he JUST finished a stop, otherwise he would have missed my call) leave my kids with mom in law, and he directs me over the phone to his warehouse to get his seat out of his car. I get to the warehouse, but I don't have a keycard to get in the bay doors. Just as I'm about to leave, ready to go home and just climb back into bed, someone from a company that works in the same warehouse shows up and lets me in with him. I get the car seat, scream back home, take my mom in law to impound, follow her to the park and ride...
And the freaking park and ride is FULL!!! There's nowhere to park!
At this point, it's past 9 AM. We go back to the condo, drop off the truck, I take her to work, get to the babysitter's, and pull into work...
15 minutes before I'm supposed to go home.
Mind you, I'm still far behind at work, AND this is my second time being late THIS WEEK. So I stay for about three hours, get patient statements in the mail (that are oh, eleven days late at this point?!) and get home with the kids about 10 minutes before my husband does.
Oh, it gets better!
My phone speaker stopped working, and the only way I can hear someone is if I use the speakerphone or my earpiece. So much for me escaping the phone curse rampaging through our household!
Meanwhile, The kitchen needed to be straightened before we could start the applesauce, the kids were hungry, tired, and needed diaper changes, I hadn't eaten all day, and my friend was calling, wondering if I was on my way yet.
Needless to say, I lost it.
My husband talked to my friend, while I finished the dishes. He chopped the apples while I fed the kids something, and while the apples cooked I just sat and stared.
Then my phone rang again. With an 801 (Utah) area code.
It was my uncle, and he wanted to talk to my husband. He wanted to offer him a driving job for more than he's making now, from an area (Salt Lake City) that is CHEAPER to live.
Among everything that happened, we were so stressed we couldn't give him an answer. We couldn't even think about all the things we'd have to do in order for my husband to work down there. Luckily we had some time to think it over and work out the details.
Seriously though, what freaking else was going to happen today?!
Honestly, I don't even remember Friday. I got off work, went to the storage unit to get ALL my canning stuff because I was canning four boxes of pears that had been ripening in my trunk all week. I needed every jar, lid and ring I could find. After I got home, my husband and I hit the store for what canning stuff I needed but didn't have (he bought three boxes of jars at Goodwill and I needed rings and lids for them, as well as some preserving powder for the pears.) and I got the car packed to go to my sis in law's place the next morning. It was after 11 or so when I finally got into bed, and believe me, I was more than ready fpor this PSYCHO week to end!!!