Seriously, folks! It’s one of those days. The kind that end with me locking myself in my bedroom and letting the kids eat microwave dinners.
I sat down to start writing this; managed to get a good portion of the way through, when what to my dismay happens? The computer restarts to install an update! I lost my post. BEAUTIFUL! I wasn’t going to even try again but decided, what the hell? If it makes me feel better (which writing usually does) it’s worth a shot. So, here’s what the original post was about.
Last night Z came walking out of his room carrying a stack of clothes taller than his head. I asked what he was doing and he said he was getting everyone else’s clothes out of his closets.
OK, background info here: We don’t have enough closet space (who does?) and it’s not because the house is lacking, it’s because we have too much crap.
Having three boys means hand me downs are a MUST. This means that I hardly ever get rid of anything unless it is stained, holey or too small for the youngest. As you can imagine I have TONS of clothing that is “in between kids”.
Where do I put it all? In the back of closets! Now, Z’s bedroom actually has two closets. I figured, that extra closet would be perfect for the “in betweens” but lately, he has been getting this teenager attitude (somedays I think he may actually be turning into a teenage girl with the hair gel and the shoe obsession, but I digress) and he is quickly filling up both closets with his “stylish” clothing.
OK, so because it was 2200 when Z decided to do this closet overhaul I told him to drop everything on the coffee table and we would devote today to organizing everyone’s closets. Putting all the proper clothes in the right kids closets and turning my closet into the “in between closet”. OK. Sounds great right? Right! So I go to bed, and fall asleep thinking about how nice it will be to finally have organized clothing. Ahhhhh, peaceful dreamland.
This morning, I get up, I go to Dunkin Donurs for an Iced Dark Roast and a dozen donuts. After the boys stuff themselves silly, I begin a load of wash and then start separating the clothes Z had dropped in the living room. So far so good.
The boys are helping. C is keeping the washer going and bringing the laundry up for me to hang on the clothesline. I’m finished with B’s room, Z’s room, I’m working on C’s room and all the while I’m creating a giant pile of “donation” clothes. Awesome. I love being able to get rid of things. This is where my day goes from cheerful house cleaning to “HOLY CRAP I need a vacation”.
I’m hanging the third load of laundry on the line when I realize that the clothes are soaking wet. Spin cycle is not working properly. I go down to check the washer and it’s making funny noises. It’s less than 2 years old, and wasn’t cheap, so this is no good. OK, I figure, whatever, it will just take longer for me to dry the clothes, but I have all day, weather channel says “sun”. No biggie, I’ll deal with the washer later.
So, I march my cheerful ass upstairs and back outside to continue hanging the clothes. That’s when the boys tell me the power is out. Hmmmmm, no storm, wonder what’s going on. Oh well, good thing it’s daytime and we don’t need lights.
Back to hanging laundry. I’m just getting the last couple towels up on the line when….
The clothesline comes down, and with it all my clean clothes. Are you kidding me???? Three loads of laundry on the ground???? WET???? And of course because life wouldn’t give it to me any other way, I had just mowed the lawn so you guessed it, everything is covered in grass clippings.
I call the boys out to help me gather the clothes off the lawn. I tell them to put the everything back in the baskets so I can go start rewashing. “Hellooooo, McFlyyyyyyy” power’s out!
Three loads of laundry that are wet and need to be rewashed, one load still in the washer needing to be dried. No power. Losing my sanity quickly.
No problem. I can handle this. I must have stood in the yard for a good 20 minutes trying to figure out how to fix the clothesline. I finally just tied an extra bit of line to the two broken ends and used the line tensioner to pull it tight. TA-DA!!!!! Noooooo, not just yet. the line had fallen off the pulleys and now that I had pulled it tight I couldn’t get it back on the rollers.
Breaking out the scissors, cutting the line down, getting a very unsteady, rusty ladder and climbing up 10 feet into the air to fix the pulley. OK. NOW I can tie the two ends, and tighten it right? Right. OK, everything is coming together, I am hot, sweaty, pissed and tired, but I fixed my problem! I am super woman. I called the boys outside to come help me rehang the clothes.
That’s right, rehang. I decided that a few grass clippings never hurt anyone, let the clothes dry, shake ’em out and good as new! Stop judging me!
Now, the boys and I are hanging the laundry, but the line is drooping (I didn’t pull it tight enough) the clothes are almost touching the ground. Whatever, I’m so over this. “Just keep hanging” I tell the kids. That’s when B looks at the sky and says “Mom, I thought you said it wasn’t gonna rain”. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!!!!!!!!! Seriously????? The sky is gray and getting darker. These clothes are going to take HOURS to dry because the spin cycle left them almost dripping! I have no power to run the dryer!
So, here I sit, on the back deck, looking at my pitiful sagging clothesline with (now 4) loads of laundry dragging on the ground. I’m watching the sky, praying that the rain holds off. I don’t even want to look at the weather. That stupid meteorologist mocking me “oops, I guess New England weather really can change in an instant, sorry viewers, cancel your plans we’ve got a doozy of a storm coming through”.
Oh, and did I mention that I have poison ivy? Oh yeah, not sure if I mentioned it in previous posts, but I have it bad. Must have gotten it from my sheets when I let B sleep in my bed after he got it on his face. It’s EVERYWHERE! And it sucks. And it’s been 12 days. Doctor put me on steroids because he said with a case this bad my body is going to need some help fighting it off. Great, steroids, so I’m gonna eat like a horse and be angry all the time. Wonderful.
Can someone please explain to me why days like these only happen during deployments when I’m on my own with 3 kids depending on me to keep my sanity?