Well, my last post made it seem like everything was going along pretty smoothly at our Casa de Chaos, didn't it? Clearly, I should have included some of the glitches that occur, because fate (or someone who hates me) decided to throw us a major glitch at the last minute...our after school babysitter quit with one day's notice VIA TEXT. Sunday afternoon, I glanced at my phone and noticed that she had left me three text messages. When I viewed them, I think I could actually feel my blood boiling. I'm usually the calming force in this family, but I had to put my phone down in another room just so I didn't call her and scream obscenities at her. (And I would like to thank those near and dear to me who offered additional ones I hadn't thought of. Laughter definitely helps put things in perspective.) Because it's mostly my life that this kind of thing affects. I had to rearrange my schedule and cancel appointments this week to find prospective candidates, interview them, call their references, and now call them back to tell them whether or not they have the job.
So, long story short, the one we now call "doofus" worked for us Monday since we had no one else, I explained as calmly as I could (Dan went for a run so that no police had to be called in) how furious we were and why, and how she probably could have handled it MUCH better (she's 28 for god's sake!) while she tried to defend herself, saying that she had to do what was best for her (she was offered a tutoring job at the school where she teaches), and then I told her I just had nothing more to say about it and she left. I spent $135 on two online sitter services, contacted about 15 potential sitters, interviewed four, and picked one who lives within walking distance of us and will start Monday.
However, I'm not willing to mess with the fates or gods or whoever else wants to use me as a pawn in their board game, so here is full disclosure of the things I didn't mention in the last post:
1) The laundry is being done on an emergency basis at best, accompanied by all the problems you'd expect with such a plan. One morning I had to dig a pair of pants out of the dirty laundry for Reece, and that's when I realized that he only had about three pairs to his name that fit him. A semi-expensive trip to Carters followed.
2) I had to ask neighbors to take Reece in the morning three different days because my brain didn't comprehend that those 9:30 meetings meant there was no way I'd be able to take him to the bus stop at 8:55. I have since signed him up for twice a week before-care.
3) We've eaten out or ordered in close to half the days in the past two weeks. And eaten the leftovers or make-your-own-sandwiches the other days. Even though we're still getting a full bag of food from our CSA. I'm not even going to list here what I've thrown away.
4) There's just no way we're going to get to an apple orchard together this year.
5) Reece's Halloween costume is right off the rack at Old Navy, and Greyson doesn't even have one.
6) I'm responsible for half of the cookie dough package being empty.
7) On a related note, I haven't exercised in at least a week and a half.
I know there are lots more, but I think I'll save them for a post a week just to keep a proper balance in the universe. On the grand scheme of things, of course, my problems are completely inconsequential. A very good friend of a friend died recently leaving a young family, and I've been watching all the It Gets Better videos with appreciation and sympathy.But sometimes, it feels good to wallow in my small world of crazy until someone makes me laugh and I vent in my blog and then I can move on.
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