The day from *!#$#$#!

I'm not a really superstious person, but it MUST be Friday the 13th somewhere in the world, because this was just one of those days where every little thing seemed to be combining against me. First off, I spent nearly an hour and a half fighting with blogger this afternoon which wouldn't let me post, upload, nada; then wouldn't even bring up my page at all. That used up all my dishwasher, clothes washing, toy cleaning time and so my house was looking pretty sad.

Next, I walk Ethan to his first cub scout meeting and it starts raining on me and my leather coat as I'm walking home. While Ethan is at scouts, I take Zane and the little ones to the library. Zane volunteered to help train a therapy dog there by reading to it and getting it acquainted to sitting for periods of time with children (that was a good thing--he loved it!). When it was time to go, I lug our giant bag of books and a crying James up to the counter and get everything checked out. Then, I realize the van keys are missing. They were in the same bag as the books and so had only gone from one place to another in the library (I'd set the bag down instead of carrying it around with me). We retrace our steps again and again and again. We empty the bag repeatedly. We talk to all the librarians. We begin looking under EVERYTHING. I go to check if I maybe left a door unlocked, only to see our second set of keys laying on the seat next to my purse and cell phone. I now have to call Brad and ask him to call a locksmith. Instead, he comes to the library and looks in all the places we've looked for another 1/2 hour, THEN calls a locksmith (now in after hours rates!). Brad then has to leave us and go to scouts. The locksmith who promises to be there in 20 minutes takes 40. All the children are bored and hungry and James is still crying. I write out my check for some ridiculous amount and we leave.

Do we go home? Oh no, there is still more day to mess up. I decide to go to the McDonalds closest to our house which is notorious for messing up orders, but it's nearly 7:30 now and we all just want food. I get the kids hamburgers and order my favorite, a grilled Southwest chicken salad. I pay at window 1, all is well. Window 2 girl tells me that they don't have the corn to put on the salad. I say that's fine I'll find some corn at home. She then hands me ranch dressing and I say, no I want the southwest dressing. She looks and looks and looks. Five minutes go by. One of the eight cars backed up behind me starts honking. I offer to pull into the parking lot and have her bring it out to me when she finds it, which I do. The kids eat. James stops crying. We have now been sitting there 20 minutes and no dressing. I do not wish to get back in the drive-thru line of 10 cars, so I leave Zane to watch everyone while I run inside. The girl has completely forgotten me and proceeds to look for the dressing again. I ask if I can just change my order to an Asian salad, then she has the nerve to ask me to BRING MY OTHER SALAD BACK IN AND THEN SHE CAN GET ME A NEW ONE!!! I walk back out (still raining outside), grab my stupid salad and nearly throw it in their face. It takes them another 10 minutes to get me a new one. No one apololgizes. No one even gets me an order of free gross french fries. I leave in that state between laughing and crying, colapse into my newly locksmithed mini-van and just hope this day ends soon.

Now I feel better and will post the much happier, much cuter post I wanted to back when blogger wouldn't let me. THE END!!!!