Date Night ...
Oct. 28th, 2010 07:12 pmSo I am waiting to go on a "date" with my hubby. Which sounds goofy and makes me feel totally old and decrepit ... but that's just the truth of life, I guess. When you have a hubby who works gosh-awful hours and a little kid in the house, "dates" are few and far between.
And I had all these plans. I was going to pick the kiddo up from school, help her with her homework, and shower so I could change into something nice and ... you know ... "date-like". (If my ancient brain can even remember what one wears on an actual date. >.O) Even though the kiddo has an after-school thing today, I knew I would have plenty of time for this. And I needed it after having done grocery store duty with my mom today (where, somehow, I continued to be sucked into the produce section of the store; I swear, I thought I was NEVER going to get out of there), and, then, taking Fae to the vet (which involves hauling all 50+ pounds of her over the tailgate of my SUV because she pretends she can't jump that high -- what a crock -- and, then, being slobbered and shed upon the whole time we are at the vet's because she is nervous as hell about being there; at least she didn't try to bite anyone today).
Anyhow ... run-on, rambly sentences aside, the point is that I wanted a shower before my date. I NEEDED a shower before my date. Did I get a shower before my date? Um ... no.
(And I'll explain why later ... as hubby has just arrived home. Woot!)
EDIT: THE REST OF THE STORY ...
So, where was I? Oh yeah: vet visit, grocery store, dog-hairy clothes, and the NEED for a nice, hot shower.
Once I got home from picking up kiddo, I had a few things to do outside. I had to finish cleaning some miscellaneous trash out of the car, pick up some stuff in the front of the house, and bring a few things inside. In the meantime, kiddo and the mom unit went inside without me -- presumably to get kiddo started on her homework for the evening.
I got inside from my chores only to find ... Chocolate Milk EVERYWHERE. o_o
My mom included chocolate milk with the kiddo's snack that morning. And kiddo didn't finish all of it, so she decided to bring the rest home. She put the lid on and tossed it into her backpack. Which is all well and good, except she didn't put the lid on straight or all the way. With the result being ...
Chocolate Milk EVERYWHERE. Ugh. o_o
It got on her agenda (where she records her daily homework assignments). On her library books. On her homework folder. On her vocabulary words. On all the miscellaneous bits and pieces of paper she hauled home last night. It even leached through to the front pocket of her backpack to get onto the extra clothes I store there in case she needs a change while in school. It leached through the bottom of the backpack and got all over the car seats, too -- which I didn't discover until way after the fact, when I saw it dripping from her backpack and onto the floor. Where, incidentally, Fae was doing her best to lick up the spoils without anyone noticing what she was doing. Sneaky dog. >.O
You have no idea what a freaking mess chocolate milk can make! It's not only wet, but it's also incredibly sticky. One of the library books was a goner; the pages were so stuck together that we couldn't separate them without messing them up. I felt awful about that. The kiddo's agenda, also, has given up the ghost. I was able to clean off most of the pages, but it's a spiral notebook. The milk got down inside the spiral part, which means I couldn't clean that sticky mess out. And the pages are all coming out of the binding now. I was able to save her homework folder, vocabulary words, and the worksheets she had to do for homework last night. They are stained but still legible and usable. We tossed the backpack into the washer. I wasn't sure whether or not it would fall apart, but there wasn't much choice. With all that sticky, gross chocolate milk seeping down into the seams and crevices, there was no way I could clean it with just a wet cloth. Luckily, the backpack came out of the wash nice and clean and still in perfect condition. Who knew they were washable?
Ironically, the only thing in her backpack that didn't get hit with the chocolate milk bomb was her lunch box -- probably the one thing in there that chocolate milk wouldn't hurt, since it's made specifically for carrying liquids and such. Go figure. -.-"
At any rate, once I got done with all the cleanup -- which took forever -- I still had to sit down and supervise the homework. Which also took forever. We got done about five minutes before hubby came home. I had just enough time to yank on a pair of jeans, brush the dog hair off my shirt, and pull my hair into a ponytail. All my plans of getting to wear my new, cute pair of shoes and a cute blouse -- out the window. Not to mention my desire for clean hair and nice, girly-smelling body spray. The best laid plans and all that, I guess ... *sigh*
And that's the end of the story. =)
Oh, well ... not quite.
Today (Friday, Oct. 29), I took kiddo to school and parked so that I could go inside and complete the chocolate milk saga. I talked to her teacher, explained what happened, and asked if we could purchase a new agenda. Luckily, her teacher said she thought she had some extras. She said she would just get one for the kiddo and not to worry. She was very understanding, and laughed. "These things happen," she said. I appreciated that -- not only because it made me feel better about the whole incident, but I think it just exemplifies the understanding, calm, collected way in which she conducts class. I feel lucky that my kiddo has a good teacher for the year.
After that, I headed off (filled with dread) to the library. I felt the worst about the library book. Just the thought that we had ruined something that belonged to the school was awful. And my kiddo felt terrible about it, too. I was a bit worried the librarian would be upset about the book. Luckily, she is a very nice and understanding lady -- who has kids, too. She said pretty much the same thing my kiddo's teacher had said: "These things happen." I told her I felt awful about the book being ruined, and that my kiddo did, too. And she told me she could imagine that my kiddo felt bad because she was such a nice and responsible child. That made me feel good. I don't often get to see that "responsible" side of my kiddo. I mostly see the goofy side, so it's nice to know "responsible" comes out to play with others. The librarian was in the middle of subbing for an absent teacher that morning, so I left my email address with the book on her desk. She said she would email me the cost once she had a chance to look it up. Before I left, she told me she really appreciated me coming in and offering to pay for the book. I didn't think about it at the time, as there was never any question that I would do exactly that. It's the right thing to do, after all. But, once I got to my car, it occurred to me that, maybe, the right thing is also rather unusual. Maybe others wouldn't have taken the book in and offered to pay for it. I hope that's not the case; if it is, that makes me kind of sad for the world we live in.
And THAT really is the end of the story! ^.~
And I had all these plans. I was going to pick the kiddo up from school, help her with her homework, and shower so I could change into something nice and ... you know ... "date-like". (If my ancient brain can even remember what one wears on an actual date. >.O) Even though the kiddo has an after-school thing today, I knew I would have plenty of time for this. And I needed it after having done grocery store duty with my mom today (where, somehow, I continued to be sucked into the produce section of the store; I swear, I thought I was NEVER going to get out of there), and, then, taking Fae to the vet (which involves hauling all 50+ pounds of her over the tailgate of my SUV because she pretends she can't jump that high -- what a crock -- and, then, being slobbered and shed upon the whole time we are at the vet's because she is nervous as hell about being there; at least she didn't try to bite anyone today).
Anyhow ... run-on, rambly sentences aside, the point is that I wanted a shower before my date. I NEEDED a shower before my date. Did I get a shower before my date? Um ... no.
(And I'll explain why later ... as hubby has just arrived home. Woot!)
EDIT: THE REST OF THE STORY ...
So, where was I? Oh yeah: vet visit, grocery store, dog-hairy clothes, and the NEED for a nice, hot shower.
Once I got home from picking up kiddo, I had a few things to do outside. I had to finish cleaning some miscellaneous trash out of the car, pick up some stuff in the front of the house, and bring a few things inside. In the meantime, kiddo and the mom unit went inside without me -- presumably to get kiddo started on her homework for the evening.
I got inside from my chores only to find ... Chocolate Milk EVERYWHERE. o_o
My mom included chocolate milk with the kiddo's snack that morning. And kiddo didn't finish all of it, so she decided to bring the rest home. She put the lid on and tossed it into her backpack. Which is all well and good, except she didn't put the lid on straight or all the way. With the result being ...
Chocolate Milk EVERYWHERE. Ugh. o_o
It got on her agenda (where she records her daily homework assignments). On her library books. On her homework folder. On her vocabulary words. On all the miscellaneous bits and pieces of paper she hauled home last night. It even leached through to the front pocket of her backpack to get onto the extra clothes I store there in case she needs a change while in school. It leached through the bottom of the backpack and got all over the car seats, too -- which I didn't discover until way after the fact, when I saw it dripping from her backpack and onto the floor. Where, incidentally, Fae was doing her best to lick up the spoils without anyone noticing what she was doing. Sneaky dog. >.O
You have no idea what a freaking mess chocolate milk can make! It's not only wet, but it's also incredibly sticky. One of the library books was a goner; the pages were so stuck together that we couldn't separate them without messing them up. I felt awful about that. The kiddo's agenda, also, has given up the ghost. I was able to clean off most of the pages, but it's a spiral notebook. The milk got down inside the spiral part, which means I couldn't clean that sticky mess out. And the pages are all coming out of the binding now. I was able to save her homework folder, vocabulary words, and the worksheets she had to do for homework last night. They are stained but still legible and usable. We tossed the backpack into the washer. I wasn't sure whether or not it would fall apart, but there wasn't much choice. With all that sticky, gross chocolate milk seeping down into the seams and crevices, there was no way I could clean it with just a wet cloth. Luckily, the backpack came out of the wash nice and clean and still in perfect condition. Who knew they were washable?
Ironically, the only thing in her backpack that didn't get hit with the chocolate milk bomb was her lunch box -- probably the one thing in there that chocolate milk wouldn't hurt, since it's made specifically for carrying liquids and such. Go figure. -.-"
At any rate, once I got done with all the cleanup -- which took forever -- I still had to sit down and supervise the homework. Which also took forever. We got done about five minutes before hubby came home. I had just enough time to yank on a pair of jeans, brush the dog hair off my shirt, and pull my hair into a ponytail. All my plans of getting to wear my new, cute pair of shoes and a cute blouse -- out the window. Not to mention my desire for clean hair and nice, girly-smelling body spray. The best laid plans and all that, I guess ... *sigh*
And that's the end of the story. =)
Oh, well ... not quite.
Today (Friday, Oct. 29), I took kiddo to school and parked so that I could go inside and complete the chocolate milk saga. I talked to her teacher, explained what happened, and asked if we could purchase a new agenda. Luckily, her teacher said she thought she had some extras. She said she would just get one for the kiddo and not to worry. She was very understanding, and laughed. "These things happen," she said. I appreciated that -- not only because it made me feel better about the whole incident, but I think it just exemplifies the understanding, calm, collected way in which she conducts class. I feel lucky that my kiddo has a good teacher for the year.
After that, I headed off (filled with dread) to the library. I felt the worst about the library book. Just the thought that we had ruined something that belonged to the school was awful. And my kiddo felt terrible about it, too. I was a bit worried the librarian would be upset about the book. Luckily, she is a very nice and understanding lady -- who has kids, too. She said pretty much the same thing my kiddo's teacher had said: "These things happen." I told her I felt awful about the book being ruined, and that my kiddo did, too. And she told me she could imagine that my kiddo felt bad because she was such a nice and responsible child. That made me feel good. I don't often get to see that "responsible" side of my kiddo. I mostly see the goofy side, so it's nice to know "responsible" comes out to play with others. The librarian was in the middle of subbing for an absent teacher that morning, so I left my email address with the book on her desk. She said she would email me the cost once she had a chance to look it up. Before I left, she told me she really appreciated me coming in and offering to pay for the book. I didn't think about it at the time, as there was never any question that I would do exactly that. It's the right thing to do, after all. But, once I got to my car, it occurred to me that, maybe, the right thing is also rather unusual. Maybe others wouldn't have taken the book in and offered to pay for it. I hope that's not the case; if it is, that makes me kind of sad for the world we live in.
And THAT really is the end of the story! ^.~