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| Friday, December 16, 2005 |
| The Downward Slope |
You know how things usually start looking up for the day once the work whistle sounds? Well at least most days, well I had one of those down days yesterday. However I have to be thankful that the downer was on a Thursday and not my precious Friday.
So here's the deal, leaving work at 3:49 I made record time getting from work to the new super-huge Costco ( pulled in @ 4:09) where I was to meet my Mom for my last bit of Christmas shopping. Me not being the tag-along to the Member I couldn't go inside and wait for her. Thinking that she would arrive shortly after me I waited outside the door for her . . . waited and waited I did in the freezing cold wind. Luckily I had a sweater on, my sweater has a habit of shedding so I couldn't wear my long jacket over it. 20 minutes later she arrives to a frozen me. Apparently she failed to mention that she was going to drop off a friend first.
Moving on we quickly grabbed all gifty things needed on my list. 1 princess bike w/training wheels, 1 tinkerbell jewelry box & 1 60's compilation cd set later we were out the door and on our way. Now in my warm car off to pick my daughter up from the sitter my mood brightens, even after I write the $120 bi-monthly check to make sure my daughter can come back next week without my sitter being mad at me.
Next we were off to my parent's storage unit, now it was around 5:30. Good and dark, and still very cold. Though our unit is inside and not exposed to the wind oddly enough the company doesn't keep the units or hallways warmed. And me still in my sweater gets to sift thru a storage unit that my dad had reorganized (meaning my 3-4 Christmas boxes where not where I left them). Add to that my brother & his wife's large amount of overflow from their unit near by and you have me very frustrated. Oh I missed the best parts, you know how everyone has that ONE box of breakables. You know all those old music boxes and porcelain figurines that you collected from past birthdays when you were little. That wax dipped hand holding a rose your first true love bought you at the fair, you know the one who later not only broke but stomped your heart to pieces. Why is it always that box that falls apart sending it's contents all over the place when you move it. The wax hand was crushed, as was at least 2 porcelain music boxes. One was just decapitated, the second . .. the poor ballerina broke into about 20-30 pieces . . . tried not to look to closely cause she meant so much to me. Oh did I mention I have my 4 year old with me. Yup the one who's been sick since last weekend. Luckily she's dressed nice and warm, unlike me. So 45 minutes later I found only 2 boxes, my Christmas tree stand no where in sight. I haven't a clue where my other 1-2 boxes went to.
So we were off to the store, spent another 15 minutes trying to look for the tree stands. It took the second employee to finally take me to the stands. And even he was amazed at how few there were left. After grabbing a quick bite my daughter and I made it home by 7:30. So much for putting Melman up tonight, or decorating. We slipped into a jammas, Anna curled up in a winter blanket on my floor as we watched a movie of her choice. Oddly enough neither of us had a problem falling asleep at 9:45.
Hopefully today will turn out a lot better.
Question of the Day: Why is it always too cold or too hot. What happened to just right? |
posted by Heidi @ 10:53 AM  |
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