I haven't posted because, now that it is September and back-to-school and all that, I have been trying to stay on top of things and focus on the things that are important (which - surprise, surprise - don't seem to include Facebook and blogging). For a WHOLE WEEK I did that and (of course) was priding myself on accomplishing my goals, until I was repeatedly smacked in the face for the past 24 hours with things that I had apparently still dropped the ball on.
So I had to go beg forgiveness and grovel at the church office this morning to make sure Brian could go on the mandatory field trip for Confirmation candidates. You see, when the office sent out the notice and the permission slip at the beginning of August, I promptly printed it out, filled it in, and placed it in my purse so that I could deliver it posthaste to the proper authorities.
My purse. Which is where I found it yesterday, crumpled at the bottom. Strike one.
And all those uniform items I ordered earlier this week for Rachel, so she could attend her next Civil Air Patrol meeting properly attired? Turns out I didn't, actually. Nope. Strike two.
On Wednesday, our dryer started making a horrifying squeaking noise; and, being newly sworn to efficiency, I immediately sat down, looked up my Geek Squad customer protection service agreement number, and made the necessary phone call to schedule a repairman's visit for Friday. Just like a real adult. Today I had the pleasure of informing the nice man who showed up that, actually, we didn't need him because the dryer stopped squeaking days ago but I had forgotten to cancel the visit. Strike three.
By that point, I was ready to crawl under my bed and not come out until after Christmas, only I couldn't, because that particular space is filled with a set of dismantled bunkbeds. Why? Because Larry decided last weekend was the perfect time to rip all the walls out of the girls' bedroom. He does stuff like that.
Now, any bedroom shared by 2 girls has A LOT of stuff in it. A LOT OF STUFF. Most of which is now in my bedroom - you know, the room which I have spent months clearing out so that it could be a peaceful retreat from the rest of my life. Currently, I can't even get to my bed without walking over mounds of stuffed animals and piles of laundry baskets filled with I don't know what-all. On the other side of my bed, a space I had lovingly carved out to hold my cute IKEA armchair and my yoga mat, reside BOTH mattresses from the girls' room.
Oh, and remember the bats? You know, the ones living inside of the walls of the girls' bedroom? The ones we paid $550 to get rid of? Well, Larry - when he ripped off the drywall - found a bat that had apparently been left behind. It didn't move, so he supposed it was dead. Being in a rush to attend a Labor Day picnic, he LEFT IT THERE.
When he returned, it was gone. We assume it is in the attic. But we don't know. We do know that the weird brown stuff on the cinder block wall we uncovered is bat guano, though. So now I am monitoring everyone for signs of Ebola.
AND Joan Rivers died. I remember my mom laughing, listening to her. She meant so much to women of that generation.
How was YOUR first week of back-to-school?