It is completely inevitable that when things are on a deadline, all hell breaks loose.
With work it happens when I have to present a design to a client the next day. My computer fritzes or my printer runs out of ink, or the network goes down.
Today doesn't deal with work, it deals with the kids. Of course, your thinking, what else would it involve.
Getting Krischan ready for camp has been to say the least, an experience. As I get ready to wash his white polo's I do a ditz thing and put in bleach and then for the fabric softner I place in the usual vinegar.(I do this to save money and no, your clothes won't smell like vinegar) When I usually do the whites I use regular fabric softner because I have heard vinegar and bleach don't mix.
Panic sets in, I try to pull out the tray to dump the vinegar and since there is a hole in the tray to deposit it into the washing machine, both bleach and vinegar mix and filter into the machine. Then I really panic as I hear them "fizzing"
Google: Vinegar and Bleach mixed together releases chlorine gas. GREAT! I am in the process of killing myself and my kids. I pull the clothes out, place them in a basket and place those on the porch, then I start the machine and hope for the best.
Imagination takes over as I see my washing machine explode in a fire ball shooting out of the roof of my house (which needs replace anyway.)
I feel my stomach start to hurt, my eyes start to burn, my skin starts to bubble. Then I hear screaming downstairs.
What now? Kadence and Jakob with expensive tile bars I bought to finish off the edge of our wall tile. I only needed 2 and a half pieces to finish the job and now I have 4 halves. All, broken.
Skin dripping off me as the gases get to me, I turn my head up to the ceiling and ask Why me? Why today? Then Krischan casually comes down to see if he can go play with Nick. "NO! do you want to go to camp?, we are still packing."
I understand that packing is not his priority, but If I pack everything for him, what is he going to learn? And I can't unpack for him or repack for him at camp anyway. Long pull of air in through my nose out through my mouth, repeat several times.
So here I am, skin still melting off of me. (Imagine Raiders of the Lost Ark) It is scary really. I would take a picture, but I am afraid I will ruin my phone.
All I can think is this: "It isn't even noon yet."
With work it happens when I have to present a design to a client the next day. My computer fritzes or my printer runs out of ink, or the network goes down.
Today doesn't deal with work, it deals with the kids. Of course, your thinking, what else would it involve.
Getting Krischan ready for camp has been to say the least, an experience. As I get ready to wash his white polo's I do a ditz thing and put in bleach and then for the fabric softner I place in the usual vinegar.(I do this to save money and no, your clothes won't smell like vinegar) When I usually do the whites I use regular fabric softner because I have heard vinegar and bleach don't mix.
Panic sets in, I try to pull out the tray to dump the vinegar and since there is a hole in the tray to deposit it into the washing machine, both bleach and vinegar mix and filter into the machine. Then I really panic as I hear them "fizzing"
Google: Vinegar and Bleach mixed together releases chlorine gas. GREAT! I am in the process of killing myself and my kids. I pull the clothes out, place them in a basket and place those on the porch, then I start the machine and hope for the best.
Imagination takes over as I see my washing machine explode in a fire ball shooting out of the roof of my house (which needs replace anyway.)
I feel my stomach start to hurt, my eyes start to burn, my skin starts to bubble. Then I hear screaming downstairs.
What now? Kadence and Jakob with expensive tile bars I bought to finish off the edge of our wall tile. I only needed 2 and a half pieces to finish the job and now I have 4 halves. All, broken.
Skin dripping off me as the gases get to me, I turn my head up to the ceiling and ask Why me? Why today? Then Krischan casually comes down to see if he can go play with Nick. "NO! do you want to go to camp?, we are still packing."
I understand that packing is not his priority, but If I pack everything for him, what is he going to learn? And I can't unpack for him or repack for him at camp anyway. Long pull of air in through my nose out through my mouth, repeat several times.
So here I am, skin still melting off of me. (Imagine Raiders of the Lost Ark) It is scary really. I would take a picture, but I am afraid I will ruin my phone.
All I can think is this: "It isn't even noon yet."
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