Helluv a Day

I had all of one order yesterday.
Picked up and everything by 10 a.m.
Spent the rest of my shift helping where I could.
And constantly looking for more to do.
At end of the day I was helping in grocery.
I enjoyed that.
I enjoy helping out there for the more I do the more I learn what we have which makes shopping curbside so much easier.
I left the day feeling really satisfied.
Happy.
Even the fact that it was blowing sleety snow did nothing to diminish my mood.
Started car.
Realized I needed to tap blade to get the snow build up off.
And…..
It came off in my hand.
IN MY HAND!
I spent several minutes standing in the sleety snow trying to reattach the wiper.
To no avail.
There was a lot of screaming the word fuck to the air.
I thought I could make it home but nope by the time I got around the corner it was blowing badly.
And the interior of the car is fogged I cannot see.
And to top it all off…..
the arm for the wiper switch snapped off…..
IN MY HAND!
Wipers are now on warp speed and metal screeching on glass.
I could not.
I swore more.
Drove around to Walmart hoping I was not going to kill anyone.
Storm into Walmart and phone T to let him know what was going on.
He was less then helpful.
I found the wiper blade in record time.
An aside while my contacts are awesome for distance I sacrifice my near sight and trying to read small print…..
I need an arm extension.
Used the self check out.
That was fun.
Those damn things make me nervous don’t ask me why.
The second I stepped away a worker was there to sanitize it.
Out I go…..
AND THE FREAKING SNOW HAS STOPPED!
Stopped.
Are you kidding me?
Why could it not have ended before I got out of work??????
And it is not like I can just turn the wiper blades off because the handle remember has broken off.
Now let me set the scene…..
Angryish Jay.
Dark.
Parked beneath a light which makes everything orange.
Wearing my contacts.
Trying to decipher the picture to put my wiper blade on.
Once more turning the air blue with my curses.
Finally got it on and off I go.
With the wiper blades going full speed.
Now y’all must be thinking why did she not pull the fuse?
And the thought had crossed my mind however when I got outside the thought was gone.
When I got home I realized that I had forgotten to get T a drink.
As I turned to leave I see that he has not taken out the garbage as I asked.
That was the icing on the cake.
Icing on the cake.
I railed at him.
Disappointed.
Irresponsible.
I am asking for assistance because I am not superwoman and cannot do it all alone.
Stormed over to the gas bar to get him root beer and me a Pepsi.
When I get back the garbage is still at the bottom of the stairs and when I go to ask if he is going to take out said garbage
he wanders over eating.
Still in his shorts.
I grabbed the garbage and stormed off.
When I came back inside he had put my magic bag in the microwave.
I changed and sat down.
Still annoyed.
I vegged on the couch for a bit until I had calmed.
I did take advantage of T’s guilt.
He made me a sandwich.
He fed the cats.
The ex stopped and checked that the wiper blade was on correctly..
I guess it is as it did not fly off on the way home.
When the handle broke off all I could think was I now had no turn signals.
Yes you did read that right.
My brain was frizzled and frazzled.
Was greatly relieved on the way home to discover that I did still in fact have them.
In the past this would have been enough to drive me to the liquor store.
And the thought never even crossed my mind.
When I was taking the garbage down a thought about a drink flashed across my mind but more as a memory of how I would have dealt with this situation.
Today I can look back at it and laugh.
It really is funny and if you are imagining me and laughing that is okay too.
That is the whole point of this post is to make people smile and shake their heads.
For even if it is not this particular one everyone has a story like mine.
Have an awesome Thursday all.
©Jan. 21/21
Picture is my own

It’s Only 4 or Close your Door!

Yesterday morning was the start of my holidays.
A full day’s worth.
You would think that I would sleep in no?
No.
3:36 a.m.
Loki is crying and comes to drape himself across my neck.
We are cuddling and I am scrolling my headlines when he tries to bite my chin.
Me: Loki stop it. We have had this conversation before. Stop biting my chin!
Of course he ignores me and licks my chin.
Bites it.
 Me: Loki do not bite my chin.
Mumble mumble mumble.
It is not Loki talking.
Me: Tember?
T: Close your door.
Me: What? (getting out of bed and putting slippers on. Turn light on and make bed)
T: Mom go back to bed it is only 4!
Me: Yeah I know but I am awake. LOL and I thought you were telling me to close my door.
T: No mom just wondering why you are awake.
Me: Why are you awake?
T: I was asleep early. Been awake since 3.
He made both pots of coffee.
Damn he makes better coffee than I do.
But I add the fixins better he tells me.
Sit down and from 4 a.m. until 8:30 we talked.
About everything.
His dad’s new friend and her daughter.
Him going to secondary school.
How his buddy wants to go into the marines.
That one was a shock.
I know the kid is only 12 but he will have to put on at least another 100 lbs or his pack will outweigh him.
We talked about politics.
U.S. politics.
At which time I did my best to explain the weird way the US decides on their president.
We decided that the next election here in Canada we are going to educate ourselves and discuss it.
We talked about changing our eating habits.
We talked about his game.
And the weapons.
And the coalitions he was making.
At one point I was only listening with half an ear.
T: says something
Me: Seduction?
T: No mom. Espionage and Sedition.
There was eye rolling as once more I misheard.
That has been a thing of mine lately.
Mishearing or misreading.
It has lead to several very funny conversations that is for sure.
A discussion about age and Chinese food lead to a conversation about the perceived docility of Asian women.
Was messaging about the riot in DC with a friend and he asked if they had broken it up yet.
I read: Have they broken up yet?
To say that I was a little confused until I went back and re-read it is an understatement.
There also have been several new developments that I can only attribute to not drinking.
By the way not to brag or anything but 183 days today.
And I now totally understand why we count by days and not by months.
By counting the days out loud you realize exactly how far you have come.
While 3 years or nigh on 1100 days both sound cool six months as opposed to 183 days does not sound quite as accomplished.
However that is neither here nor there.
Sense of smell.
I know that I have talked about this before.
I have only been able to smell certain heavy scents for the longest time.
Yet yesterday when I got out of the shower I could smell the fresh coffee T had brewed.
Through the bathroom door.
I was sitting on the couch and every so often this sweet scent would waft by and I could not place it.
Finally realized for the first time in a long time I was smelling the candle I was burning.
Dreaming.
Again I have talked about.
How I have been having deja vu moments which I know come from dreams.
So reality based I asked one customer if she had if fact gotten engaged because in my dream she had.
Well Tues into Wed I woke from a dream.
A good dream.
And I knew I was dreaming.
I knew it was an imagination dream.
I do not recall what it was about but damn…….I was dreaming!!!!
Appetite.
Finally coming back.
I ate 4 meals yesterday.
Toast.
Cereal.
French Fries.
Chicken with potatoes and carrots.
Toast again this morning.
I will definitely need to add in exercise.
I was unsuccessful yesterday in cutting down on screen time.
Between just having a lazy day and playing games on the phone and the riots in DC I was glued to the screen.
Today I plan to do better.
I am getting ready to go shopping soon.
Update: Postponed until later.
When I get home I am going to listen to radio or Spotify.
No t.v.
I do have to run into the city for 2 as I have an appt for contact fitting.
I have to go alone as T will be in class so already am feeling a tad anxious about the drive.
I can put it down to the fact that I am having difficulites seeing properly and it will change once I can see clearly again.
My eye sight is not so bad that I am going to kill anyone just blurred around the edges slightly.
Which makes me nervous.
But I am a big girl and I can still see.
Just will be able to see better.
This should really go into the Bad Mom Jokes category but I thought was a fitting end to my post.
T was arguing with me about having to take the garbage out.
His toe hurt.
He had stubbed it on his phone.
Blah blah blah.
So I topped him with the toe nail about to rip off and the fact I thought I had broken my pinkie and it healed wrong.
There is bone sticking out.
Should maybe get that checked out.
Me: And I almost cut my toe off. Well not off but stabbed it.
T: Mom how did you do that.
Me: It slipped through the gap.
T: Why would you have it that way?
Me: It was just the way it was. But I saw it and I jumped back in time…..well not in time time but in time to save my toe.
Cackling at my joke as T shakes his head.
T: Mom you are not that funny.
Me: Yes I am that was funny. Back in time.
T: You know how you tell me I am not funny. Yeah well I am telling you now you are not funny.
Me (petulantly): Well other people think that I am funny.
T: Yeah well others think I am funny too.
Stale mate.
Brief comment about the profile picture.
Loki is growing in leaps and bounds.
And there is no denying I am his person.
He chirps pops up comes running over and lays down on my chest across my arm.
Than he wriggles around until he looks like that.
And purrs.
And purrs.
And wriggles.
And he kept hugging my hand when I tried to move it.
Woke up this morning to Lucky on the top of my pillow.
Thomas laying next to me in the big empty space.
Loki butts passed Lucky and flops down on my neck.
Slides around until he is sitting on my shoulder.
And bites my chin.
©Jan. 7/21
Picture is mine