Did you ever have one of those days where you woke up knowing it was going to be fucking hell, before you even got out of bed?
Of course you have.
Today was one of those days. In fact, it seems that Wednesday is already claiming its title as the ultimate mega whore of 2009, which was in fierce competition with Tuesday in 2008.
I don’t do well with being woken up. I’ve given this subject ample coverage in the past, so if you’ve been reading here for longer than five minutes (and really if you’ve been reading since the beginning, you either have way too much time on your hands, or you have a colander for a brain. I hope that’s the case anyway, because I sure as hell don’t remember half of the drivel that I write), you might remember me talking about this.
We bought a dishwasher a couple of weeks ago. It was out of stock, so they set up delivery for last Saturday, but it still hadn’t been restocked, so they rescheduled the delivery for today. We got your typical four hour window, between 8 and 12. You know, the one where they wait until the last possible minute, until they know you’re about to leave the house because you have shit to do, and it doesn’t include waiting for the fucking delivery guy who was probably sitting in his truck eating donuts.
So the doorbell rings, bright and early this morning. At 7. Not 8. And I was still sleeping, as was the Mini. Who has a raging cold and isn’t sleeping that well to begin with. There is nothing worse than being jolted out of sleep by a doorbell and two obnoxious barking dogs. Starting my day like this pretty much guarantees that not only is it going to suck, but I’m pretty much going to be a raging bitch all day.
As I was walking downstairs, I think the delivery guy was rushing to get out the door, because he knew I was pissed. In the background, I think I heard the Meester say “run, save yourself.” It was right after he left that I called the store and shouted obscenities at them. I’m sure this fell on deaf ears, and that the manager thought I had a raging case of PMS, but I didn’t care. It made me feel better.
Top this off with a certain toddler who has been sick all week and has cabin fever and is driving me insane with his tantrums over you breathing the wrong way, and you have the reason why Wednesday is evil. I’m convinced it has a vendetta against me.