Hello? Police? I need to report a crime. My toddler was attacked. He has a bruise on his back, and a rash under his chin. Plus, he's been ridiculously irritable. And I think it got me, too. I'm sore all over, and my head is pounding. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it got me good.
I'm sorry? Did I see who was responsible? Of course. It was long, and lean, angry, and vengeful. It's uglier than sin, and I'm pretty sure it's responsible for a ton of crimes. If you can just catch it and incarcerate it, I'm sure the world would be a safer place. A monster like that shouldn't be allowed to roam the streets.
What's that? Was it male or female?!? How should I know? It's Tuesday. Since when do days of the week have a gender?!?
. . . . hello?. . .officer?
Damn. Not again.
Showing posts with label Tuesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tuesday. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Revenge of Tuesday
If you've read this blog for at least the last two weeks, you know all about my arch-nemesis, Tuesday. It returned this week, with a vengeance.
It all started with a crazy-wild toddler, in a hurry to get out the door. In such a hurry, in fact, that he couldn't be bothered to get dressed. Or eat. Or do any of the other hundred little things you have to do to get out of the door in the morning. All he wanted to do was go bye-bye. After a hundred major temper tantrums, and a few minor miracles, I managed to get him out the door, and into the van.
When I turned the key, though, it began knocking like crazy - something it has never done before. So, I drove by Patrick's office and had him listen to it. He told me to drive it as little as possible, and we dropped it off at the mechanic's during his lunch break.
Three hours later, in the midst of another screaming fit, Patrick called with the diagnosis: the van needs a new engine.
Blargh. Tuesday wins this round, I guess.
[Disclaimer: We are figuring it out. We will manage, and I will update you on our new vehicle in the near future, hopefully. I just needed to vent a little.]
It all started with a crazy-wild toddler, in a hurry to get out the door. In such a hurry, in fact, that he couldn't be bothered to get dressed. Or eat. Or do any of the other hundred little things you have to do to get out of the door in the morning. All he wanted to do was go bye-bye. After a hundred major temper tantrums, and a few minor miracles, I managed to get him out the door, and into the van.
When I turned the key, though, it began knocking like crazy - something it has never done before. So, I drove by Patrick's office and had him listen to it. He told me to drive it as little as possible, and we dropped it off at the mechanic's during his lunch break.
Three hours later, in the midst of another screaming fit, Patrick called with the diagnosis: the van needs a new engine.
Blargh. Tuesday wins this round, I guess.
[Disclaimer: We are figuring it out. We will manage, and I will update you on our new vehicle in the near future, hopefully. I just needed to vent a little.]
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