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I didn't get to sleep in my own bed Sunday night. The in-laws were in town, and it is my habit to give up my bed, the most comfortable in the house, to the guests. Which means that my husband and I split up and take the bottom bunk in the baby's room and the couch. Not terrible, but I never sleep nearly as well if I'm not in my own bed.

Got up, got ready, got out in plenty of time. Took the MaryMobile and ran out without a jacket. And then it started dumping rain. Not to worry. A little rain never hurt anyone, right?

I went into the afternoon meeting and had it out with one of the other managers who's just a flat-out, no-help-for-it asshole. The kind of guy whose concept of "team player" is "I'll shamelessly lick the asshole of our boss while laying all my fuckups on someone else." Luckily, my boss is not stupid.

Got out of that meeting and got a phone call from my kid. She's locked herself out of the house and is at the neighbor's calling for someone to come and let her in. Wait a minute...she was supposed to stay after school today and do her homework detention...

On the way to picking up the Baby Goddess, I realize that Mini of Mountain View did not, in fact, fix the windshield wipers. So it's dumping buckets, and I have no windshield wipers.

We have to stop at the grocery store to pick some stuff up. I can't skip this task because one of the needful things is the Baby Goddess' birthday cake. It's her birthday, it's Valentine's Day, it's the Official End of Our Holiday Season. Grab the baby, get to the store, get back on the road.

There is a workaround for the car. You have to turn it off and re-start it. It's possible to do this while in motion (put in the clutch, turn key off, turn key on, all in the space of less than a second) but the fact is that while you have the key in "off", the steering wheel is locked, and while you're starting up, there is no power steering. And I live on a fractal of a mountain road where being unable to steer for a fraction of a second can be fatal.

By dinner time, I'm just a ball of tension. My jaw is tight, my head is pounding. It wasn't until after the dinner, the singing, the baths, etc. that I got to climb into bed and be snuggled into submission. That's what it took. I can never let that stuff go on my own. It seems I will always need someone to help me. And I'm infinitely grateful that between pirateguillermo and Peaches and the Baby Goddess, I have many someones.

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kr8vkat
Feb. 15th, 2005 06:36 pm (UTC)
Being snuggled into submission sounds nice...

I once lost my windshield wipers going over Pacheco Pass in one of those inch-an-hour downpours. Luckily, I was traveling in caravan with a friend (coming home from university at the end of the term) and she let me tailgate her until we got to a place where I could fix them. Very scary.
sushigrade
Feb. 15th, 2005 07:32 pm (UTC)
comedy = tragedy + distance in time or space.

My sympathies, and I'm glad that things are better now.
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