Yep, it is definitely Monday. I woke up this morning and I just about could not get out of the bed. I did not realize why until I saw it was raining. Man, rain wipes me out from the get go. Then I look at the outdoor thermometer and it was near freezing outside. What the!…it was 70 degrees just two days ago. Then, of course, the girls were even less than cooperative than usual at getting them ready, typical. Then I go out into the near freezing rain to start up the mini-van (we need a cool name for that thing, send me some suggestions) to warm it up and I could not find my jacket. Wait, there it is, in the mini-van. Yay. I shiver back into the house with my too-cold-to-put-on jacket. Then begins the search for the jackets for the girls. Indiana Jones would admire the way they hide these things. I see all the girls off and go to the office. The usual weekend accumulation of calls and desperate pleas for us to get to that customer immediately. Then, of course all plans get shifted and I wind up with a short day. All those calls and now I am getting off early? That makes Friday slimmer…sheesh. I am wet, cold, tired, and yes cranky.
I decide to meet Becky for work and don’t remember that my Camaro is in pieces since I got rained out of putting the sound system back in it yesterday. I have told her I am on the way. I need transportation. What is left? The motorcycle. It has quit raining but it is still cold, very cold. I have never ridden in temperatures less than 40 degrees, until today. I hop astride the bike, push the button…CRANK…CRRRAANNK….crank…crrrrrrrrrrrrr. Yes the battery has died. I try to push it off to no avail. I really wish this thing had a kick start now. I jump it off with the mostly torn apart Camaro and I am off. The blistering wind chills me through leather, denim, and boots. Yep, 40 degrees is definitely my limit for cold motorcycle riding now.
I get back home and start about routine business and in the middle of that I realize my checkbook is not balanced. I then realize it is off balance. Suitable for a day like this. Why did I not just go back to bed? I spend hours trying to perform petty reconciliation. The PC is so slow that I have to perform tests. It starts telling me that “memory is low”? Yet more slow computer functions. I get all of this figured out, defragmented, deleted, rearranged, and reconciled (mostly).
My brother-in-law decides to visit with his boys. That is not bad at all. This will give someone for Rory to play with, right? No she wants to play Halo. They grow up so fast. Not only am I now fighting her for the controller, but the dang servers are not working. Explain to a four year old what a server does. This is ultimately beyond her comprehension. I give up. We eat. We watch a little of the Incredibles (for the millionth time). Now RaeLynne needs to go to bed. Bless her heart, her runny nose keeps her from conking out. She is so close. “Come on, honey. Just nod on off. PLEASE. I am just about to go to sleep before she does. Finally she is asleep. Now we are getting Rory to go to bed. She is not much liking that. Threats and warnings are flying around like debris during Hurricane Katrina. I think I had better go to bed and avoid the rest of this day, before it gets the better of me. At least my laptop is still wor