Can I Have a Do-Over, Please?
Yesterday, I remembered that the boys needed haircuts before Corwin’s school picture today. So, I took them up to the shop, got them lovely haircuts and stopped by the store to pick up a few groceries and a new shirt for Corwin to wear.
I’ll be honest, the laundry is piled up as high as my elbow and I haven’t had time for more than a load of here or there. Considering that in an average week, I do at least seven loads, this a horrible backlog. So the new shirt was, while not a necessity, going to help me out quite a bit.
This morning, I woke up to discover that the one load of laundry I managed to do yesterday and the new shirt had fallen on the floor…probably helped along by a kitten or two. Trying to be as quiet as possible, because I have a house guest sleeping on my couch, I picked up the laundry, only to discover that one of the damn cats had peed on it. I suspect Merlin or Herne.
Stifling my rage as best I could, I told the kids to finish (quietly) getting ready for school, while I threw it down the laundry chute raced up to Meijer. Thankfully, they’re open twenty-four hours a day. I dashed into the store, found a new shirt, tried to check out, got charged twice the price marked, had to get someone to help me with a price adjustment, had to beg the guy to actually punch in his badge number to do the price adjustment after scanning his bade for the eighth time didn’t work, raced home, had Corwin put on the new shirt and still managed to pick up Justin and get to both schools on time. Corwin’s school picture had better turn out damn cute.
I need a nap. But instead, I’ll be doing laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.