Rainy days

Rainy days and Thursdays always get me down. Or so they did today.

I dragged the three little kids to D's office today to take pictures of the staff. That was fun. Not.

Then we raced across town to attend a zoning meeting for my kids' elementary school. It was pouring rain still. I loaded the girls into their double stroller, only to discover it was missing a wheel. I found myself mumbling and getting more frustrated by the minute. We had to walk a block while popping a wheelie in the stroller. I had to keep calling for little g to keep up with me. We all got whiplash as we tried to enter the school district building. There was a bump that our wheel-less stroller couldn't handle. My mumble continued to get louder. I refused help, took out the kids, and made our grand entrance in the meeting. Only to sit there for forty minutes while threatening my kids with my eyes. Finally, we just left. That is, after someone told me that we wouldn't have a chance to speak today. I'm sure it was a "Would you and your children please leave". Hey, I ran with it. After I loaded the girls into the stroller, we hit that bump again and the stroller officially died. I yanked the girls out, dragged the dang stroller out and left it in front of the building. Good riddens. Then we marched back to the car in the pouring rain.

When we got home, someone knocked on our door. It was my new dishwasher being delivered. I got antsy and started opening the new one, then pulling out the old one. At that point, I decided, heck with my installation guy tomorrow, I'm going to install it myself. Well, let's just say, I'm not a joy to be around when I'm doing things like that. My mumble is no longer a mumble. Everything is stupid, pieces of crap, or junk. I work, then I scream, then I stare, then I throw myself on my bed and pout and sob, then I repeat the entire thing until I'm finished. I was pretty close to pulling my hair out and if there had been a cliff in my backyard, I would have jumped off of it. While trying to figure everything out I also made a huge leak so I was constantly soaking up water with towels and imagining my plumbing bill rather than my installation bill. But...five long, agonizing hours later, I had replaced my old dishwasher with my new one. I am so feeling like the bomb. Earlier I was...the ticking time bomb!

Just after cleaning up the flooded kitchen and all that went with it, I headed out to pack meeting with four children in the rain.

Had to vent a little again. Although today was frustrating, I'm happy with what I got done. I'm happy with the sounds of the airplanes flying over, the kids squealing in their beds, and the quiet that comes with this time of day.