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Friday, May 07, 2004
blissful contentment, my %*#
If I believed in astrology I would say that there was something really screwed up in the sky last night. Because yesterday and today? they just bite. (Maybe it's the comets?). Yesterday was just an all-around general kids-crazy mom-crazy every-freaking-child-in-the-Awana-program-crazy day. Then I came home from being The Happiest Awana Leader On Earth, and smelled propane in the house, and to make a long story short, we're totally out of propane and they'll have to deliver some today and our bill will be astronomical and I don't even want to THINK about that because our OTHER bills (like, say, GASOLINE) are also freaking enormous, and now! now! I just went to check the amount of overtime in my husband's check, in their handy-dandy online service thingie, and EVERYTHING SAYS ZERO. Zero hours worked (instead of, hello, ninety?), zero dollars hitting our bank account on Monday, zero zero zero. I don't like all those zeroes. Of all the weeks for them to screw up! This is juuuuust fantastic. Also, poor C is sick, and she coughed all night, and she's been dry at night for weeks, but last night she wasn't, and it wasn't like I didn't already have enough laundry piling up. You know. Even the KITTENS are joining in by having diarrhea ("diary", as C calls it, and, well, the way today's entry is going, I can see the similarity).
I have got to try to pull this day out of the suck tank. Any ideas how (aside from packing the hubby, the kids, and the cats into the car and fleeing without leaving a forwarding address), please pass them on. For right now I'm going to try a diet Coke and a fluff novel, with a cat on my lap. I'll let you know how it goes.
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
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Update item 1: Our landlord is coming up today. This would be the landlord who doesn't know we have cats. Ordinarily he doesn't come in the house. But you just know that today he will.
Update item 2: Immediately after I arranged for the propane guy to come give us some hot water and oven-ly goodness, the propane BILLING department called to let me know just exactly how high my account balance is. Which I knew. The thing is, there's a big check in the mail to them (really!), and my landlord is going to pay the bill for the new tank for the apartment TODAY, yes TODAY (that is unless he gets killed in an auto accident on the way here, and his children decide to move into this house, thus rendering us homeless, because after all, this is the suckiest day EVER and who knows what you can expect). I know this. But they didn't. And getting a phone call like that is Just No Fun.
Update item 3: The paycheck will indeed be late, thanks to a bureaucratic screwup in T's payroll office. Fun stuff.
I'm telling you, the "no forwarding address" thing is looking better by the minute. --------
