Saturday, November 21, 2009

Murphy's Law Part 2

When I woke up on Thursday morning I was so freaking thankful that the day before was over and surely today will be better. A homework assignment for my 8:45am class is due and I didn't finish it because of the shitstorm the day before but partial credit is better than no credit. (See, I'm an optimist at heart.) After getting the kids to their schools, I head to mine, sit through class and then go to the school library to work on the pile of homework I have to do.

At 1:15 I head out to the parking garage - I have to pick Thing 2 up from school at 2:30 - get to my car and the front drivers side tire is totally flat.


After having a small hissy fit right there next to my car, I pull out my phone and call Husband. Of course he is about 30 miles away at a job site so I call AAA to come rescue me. I *could* have put the spare tire on myself (maybe) but we pay for triple A so they can jolly well earn some of that money. They assure me that a "service provider" will arrive within an hour so I go back into the main building of the school to call Thing 2's school and arrange for him to wait for me at the science club meeting and I wait for my knight in shining armor.

He is there and has the flat tire off (it has a nail the size of a small child in it) and puts on the spare tire in one hour. YAY TRIPLE-A!!!

I zoom to the tire place, drop off the flat tire, zoom home to switch to the new car that doesn't have a tiny spare tire on it, zoom to Thing 2's school to pick him up, zoom to the high school to pick Daughter up from dance practice, zoom home to drop off Thing 2 and zoom to the passport office where we are meeting husband. (Both parents have to be present for a minor to get a passport OR you have to have a notarized letter from the not present parent saying it's ok for their kid to have a passport.) We get in just as they're re-opening after lunch (at 4pm, weird), there is no one there so we can get done fast, YAY!

She looks at the photos and says the passport might get rejected because her head is not facing totally forward.

My maniacal laughter startles the poor passport worker but I cannot help it - at this point it is simply hysterical how many different things have gone wrong for me in just two days. None of them are life threatening to everyone - and for that I am extremely thankful - but the continuousness of one thing after another has shattered my sanity.

It felt like being pecked to death by ducks.

So we went to Costco, got new photos (for free, they're supposed to know what the hell they are doing), returned to the passport office, turned in all our paperwork plus eleventy-million dollars and Daughters passport should be here JUST in time for her trip.

That was Thursday and I am happy to report nothing else went wrong. Life is back to normal - or as normal as it gets here at the funny farm - and for that I am eternally grateful.

Murphy can go bother someone else for awhile.


Pat said...

I'm sorry Murphy has visited you, but I don't want him near me either - I've felt like crap the past few days. I'm praying that daughter's passport arrives in time and so thankful that you happened to check her passport the other day. Enjoy Thanksgiving with your family.

ChiTown Girl said...

OK, this wasn't nearly as bad as I had imagined, but nevertheless, still a pain-in-the-ass kinda day! Glad it's all in the past.

Yo is Me said...

i'm so glad my reply to your facebook status didn't go through when you posted that you were waiting for AAA to change your tire. i called you a girl. which, well, i'm just glad.


Yo is Me said...

omg, the passport... a friend of mine had a cruise planned for mexico. she ended up getting her passport in time.

BUT, she was born at home, homeschooled, off the grid and all. she didn't have a "regular" birth certificate. her sisters (who were also all born at home) had gotten passports with a little trouble, but they didn't have a trip planned within a few weeks.

she asked her mom for all documentation of her birth... omg... it was awful (funny now). her mom sent her a copy of their bible, which had all their birthdates in the cover, but her birthdate was wrong. she sent her valentines day cards from when she was 11, sent her 3rd grade class picture, etc.

anyway, it worked itself out.

Jason, as himself said...

Man. The flat tire would have made me burst into sobbing tears.

You have earned at least a month of sheer peace.

MOM #1 said...

Well, at least you have AAA. Mom #2 and I share a car and don't have AAA. If my tire had been flat. I would have had to call Mom #2 and tell her to have a seat, because I'd be late, because I was walking, LOL.

I'm so glad you all got it worked out.

What a bitch of a couple of days you had.

Drink tequila. It helps.

The Hotfessional said...

Oh, poor baby. The Travel Gods seem to be sneaking up on all of us these days.