Saturday, July 19, 2008

Comedy of Errors

That's what today was. It was not, however, comical at the time. It all started with trying to pack up all of our crap that we had taken and accumulated in Arlington for the past 3 weeks. (my mom was coming back with me to spend the week with me since Jeff is gone). By the time me and my mom (who are not anal about packing neatly) had packed the van we looked like the Clampets. When we finally got home (which I have been looking forward to doing for a long time) I walked into a house that was 90 degrees and was not cooling off any, a bag of rotten potatoes that stunk up the entire house and left a stain on my what used to be cute kitchen cart, a sink full of dirty dishes that had been sitting there for 2 weeks and smelled like an animal had died there, and a toilet that backwashed know. Needless to say it wasn't the welcome home feeling I was expecting. Anyway, I called the ETBU maintenace guy and he came to look at the ac. A fan was broken and he said that they didn't have the part they needed for it and wouldn't be able to fix it until Monday morning. Well....crap. Sorry I keep saying crap so much. So, me and my mom decided to make the best of it and get a hotel. But before we left, my blood sugar got really low or something and I felt like I was going to die.

So we went to Jalapeno Tree where I stuffed my face and ended up feeling worse afterwards because I ate too much. Then we go to the hotel....I'm feeling better and excited to have a place to live for a few days. We get in the room and guess what......THE AIR CONDITIONER IS NOT WORKING!!!!! It was then that the wrath of Sarah came forth. I literally stomped my foot and screamed like a little baby. Anyway, they move us to another room and it was fine after that. I am at Best Western only 2 miles from my house. I have never ever wanted my home and more importantly my ROUTINE back in my entire life. I feel horrible for my son whose routine has not existed in the past month or so. And when my routine is off I can't remember stuff for him. For example, at Jenni's wedding reception, I thought I had diapers in Colin's bag....but the diapers were all at the church. Seriously? No diapers for Colin? So I had to borrow his bud Chaz's diaper (who is 3 years old mind you...) and duct tape it round his waist so it would fit him. My poor baby.....

All that to say....I wanna go home and I want my routine back. Thanks for listening to me rant for a while. It really all is very funny now.


Taylor said...

I know how much you were looking forward to sleeping in your own bed! I'm so sorry that things have not gone "as planned!" :( But I'm glad you can laugh about it now!