The worst day of my life.
Seriously, December 8th was the worst day of my life.
First the day started out with me waiting around for the delivery men with the sofa to get here. I was so bored I kept a log. Here it is:
Hour 1 (10am to 11am): Total Count: 1 Garbage truck, 1 UPS Truck (which delivered packages to 7 different houses in this court alone so you can tell its the holiday season) and Alex has learned to unlock the front door. No sofa.
Hour 2 (11am to 12pm): Began with “Wiggly Wiggly Christmas” a playhouse disney special event. Alex enjoyed watching the hour long wiggles christmas special and played with his corn popper. No sofa.
Hour 3 (12pm to 1pm): Began with Alex drinking juice and watching a normal episode of the wiggles. Alex and I ate lunch too. Still no sofa.
Hour 4 (1pm to 2pm): One fed ex truck comes, and drops off package for Alex to our door. As I get the package, Alex steals broom that was left outside. He cries when I take it away. I look at package in confusion and realize that it is a Christmas present for Alex from my grandparents. I rush Alex upstairs for a nap so I can deal with his present. The present is a play table for the outside (like a picnic table.) Sofa comes.
Hour 5 (2pm to 3pm): Getting the sofa in the house was a pain in the ass. There was only one delivery man, and so I had to help him carry the sofa all the way around back. Problems occured when the snow around the gate was stopping the gate from opening. We didn’t have a shovel, so I had to use my bare hands. Finally got the gate open, and then more problems occured when the door to the house wouldn’t open all the way. I had to use all my strength to push the door further than it was willing to go. Finally we got one piece in (the sofa is a sectional with 2 large pieces) and the delivery man and I started the process all over again with piece number 2. It was a very similar process only it took longer because the piece was bigger and kept falling in the snow. After all that I signed the paper, the delivery man left, and I took off all the plastic, boxes, ties and other packaging material off and pushed both sections into place in the room.
Hour 6 (3pm to 4pm): Alex wakes up.
So thats the history of the sofa. That is NOT why it was the worst day ever though. That just helps. No, the fun comes around 4:15pm. I had stepped outside to finish setting up Alex’s play table. I realized I forgot my keys (just in case), turned around, and the door was closed and locked. My son had locked me outside. Joe wasn’t due to be home till 8pm. I didn’t have a coat on, I was wearing a short sleeve shirt, and I had tennis shoes on with no socks. Oh and there was quite a few inches of snow in the ground. Can we say screwed?
After pleading with Alex for awhile at the back door, I go to the front door and see if I can get him to come upstairs. Earlier he had unlocked and opened the front door so I prayed he would do it again. He didn’t come up, so I went to the back door again, and he wouldn’t come to that door either. Finally I settle on waiting at the front door hoping he will come up eventually. While I was there the neighbors took pity on me and gave me a large coat, scarf, and mittens. They also gave me some cookies to give to Alex if he ever let me back in the house. It didn’t take too long before he came upstairs, and than he stared at me for the longest time saying “ma ma” and “bye bye.” Finally he let me back in. I was frozen, my feet were numb, and I gave him a big hug and a kiss anyway. Then I gave him the cookies. I looked at the clock and almost 2 hours had passed.
It doesn’t get any worse than that people.
In other news, cookie number 3 of 12 is done. Chocolate Chip.
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- Damnit, I’m still waiting. – December 8, 2003
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