Holy Cow

I was all set to post a "sorry I was so whiny yesterday" message this morning, but this today was WORSE than yesterday.

After spending waaaay too much time dealing with tax mess first thing this morning, I finally wrangled all 3 kids into clothes, got the bank stuff together, and loaded the car with the clothes that I needed to get to the store to consign.

We get all buckled in and the van won't start.

I unload all the kids and throw them in the backyard and call Allen. I didn't like his suggestion, but I knew I had no choice.

I emptied the entire right side of our garage (which is no easy feat) and pulled Allen's truck into the garage to jump off the van. I'm terrified of so little in this life, but jumping off cars is one thing I just don't do. (maggots are the other thing, by the way)

So I'm on the phone with Allen, who is trying to teach a lesson, trying to hear over Zane who is screaming in the back yard. I'm trying not to get electrocuted (they tell you not to touch the two ends of the jumper cables together, you know) and Allen keeps telling me to calm down.

I get the things all connected and the van won't start. I get back out of the van and go look. When I FELL, trying to climb over what I didn't clean out of the garage, I pulled the whole clampy thingies off the battery. That freaked me out, and Allen had to walk me through all the process again, including how to reattach the round thingies that came off the battery.

This time it started, and I had to unattach everything, back the truck out and reload the garage and see why Zane had been screaming.



Turns out he had gotten into his car, which was full of water and was soaked all the way down to his diaper. I stripped him naked, rediapered and redressed him, and reloaded everyone back into the car.



Then the garage door wouldn't go down. I swear, the place I'm running away to won't have taxes, cars or garage doors.

Jenn swept in and saved the day like a knight in a shining Volvo.

We played and had fun celebrating Brooksie's birthday at the Chick, laughed and met a new friend.

That was good. I met a friend-of-a-friend at WalMart, and I thought things may be looking up.

Then the lady really ripped me off on my clothes at the consignment store, but seeing as I can't handle anything like Ebay right now, I took the money and ran.

Jude just had a melt down and said I was like the stepmother. From Cinderella, I'm assuming.

I'm feeding everyone frozen pizza and crawling into the bed. If tomorrow's not better... ah, who am I kidding - I have no more threats left. I still want to run away.

Alexander, from my favorite Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, always wanted to go to Australia. Laney wants to go there, because she's on a Bindi, the Jungle Girl, kick. I bet she'd go with me.