Well, here's the problem. I ran out of coffee. It's a drastic thing, one that I really didn't plan on. It just happened, and I'm really suffering. I thought I had an extra unopened bag in the camper but, alas, no. Only a few boxes of cereal and a can of Pringles. No precious coffee. I tried to go buy a couple of bags today but got extremely insulted at the grocery and stomped out leaving my groceries on the conveyor belt. It's the principal of the thing, the thing being deceptive advertising, and I'm all about principals. Except when I need coffee. I almost went back and through another register, but I didn't have an extra hat in my possession to make a disguise.
I've also been fighting a headache for a couple of days. This afternoon I finally realized the correlation between the two. Insight, but still no coffee. I did manage to raid every last little bit of chocolate Easter candy I could find and polished off about a fourth of a bag of chocolate chips (it was all I had left). Still no relief. I'm going to a different grocery tomorrow.
My washing machine died. It lived such a short life and was such a pain in my side for its entire existence. I miss it only because I have laundry piling up. And I'm so not a laundromat kinda gal. I did go to one on Sunday afternoon, along with the rest of the population of washer-less people. They are an interesting and eclectic bunch. I don't think I fit in with them though. I spent the first five minutes of my laundromat visit wiping the inside of the machines down with my Lysol wipes. I have issues with germs, especially those belonging to other people that may soon be swishing through my underwear. I get hives just thinking about it.
I went washing machine shopping today. I've been looking forward to this day for the last three years I've had that pathetic excuse of a washing machine taking up space in my laundry room. I've narrowed it down to two or three models. After I had my heart set on a nice new space age looking machine sitting in my nicely decorated laundry room, I had the unfortunate insight to realize that my laundry room is backwards. The washer connections and dryer vents are on the wrong side of the wall for the machines I want and the doors do not reverse. I'm thinking I'll just buy longer cords, hoses, and vents, switch sides, and call it good. Or I could remove the overhead cabinets, stack the new units, and fill up the extra space with something fun like a new vacuum cleaner. I hope it all works out one way or another soon because I really don't want to go back to that laundromat. And D doesn't want to remove a wall of cabinets.
On a positive note, we've done some furniture rearranging and I now have a schoolroom. I no longer have a formal dining room, but it was merely used for stacking miscellaneous stuff I didn't know where else to store, so that's okay. We're enjoying it a lot and it's coming together nicely. I'll post pictures of it soon. As soon as it's organized. Okay, maybe you'll never see pictures, but you can see it when you come visit. Just don't tell anyone how unorganized it is, okay?
Unfortunately the schoolroom is not making school easier at the moment. I'm so tired of negotiations and complaints. Every statement is preceded with "Do we have to..." Dear sons, you have to. Trust me, you have to.
"So where is this whine headed?" you're wondering. Me too; I've been at it so long I lost my train of thought. Oh, I know. I remember now. The burning question is what does a caffeine withdrawing, washing machine deprived, headache-y mom do when feeling especially snarky? She turns it around and has fun with it, of course. There's no sense in living if you can't have fun with the bumpy parts too. So as an introduction to our new schoolroom, I created a sign welcoming new students and their visitors.
Provides much needed insight into the school and its pupils, don't you think?
Of course I'm just kidding with all of the whining. I've got my tongue planted firmly in my cheek and I'm very blessed with my life, bumps and all! Enjoy your day and have a little fun too!
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