4 Day Weekends....who needs them?

It could've been a better weekend...it was going ok, but at some point...things pile up and you just throw your hands up and say "What the hell else?"

I was supposed to take Friday off, client didn't want me to have it off though it was approved by my supervisor. Client called supervisor and was pouty and acted like a child, luckily said supervisor said I shouldn't take Friday as a PTO day after all since I ended up having to be on call for inpatient client a (a is for a$$shole?) and apologized for having to call me in on my day off.

Ok, well sure...whatever, you deal with it...it's the nature of my business, sometimes you are on call. Ok, moving on.

Saturday/Sunday Max and I ended up with some freakish flu of the 48 - 72 hour sort, complete with fever, pounding headaches, chills, sore throats, coughs and congestion. The 3rd time in as many months have I've been really ill with some strange bug....and poor Max still sounds like he's got a rattling chest, he'll be into the doc if that doesn't get better within the next day or so.

Meanwhile, Chance is flying about like a mad man trying to finish up a big project he's been working on for school. He's a little cranky sometimes when he's in this mode...I think we only barked at each other 5 times on Saturday/Sunday, not tooo bad.

Oh and Max, well that's a whole other story...but let's just say he's not exactly getting a lot of privelages at the moment. Boys who are blowing it don't get to do fun stuff. But it's all a work in progress though and I love him no matter what, I've told him that about a billion times this week.

This morning, Max and I are both feeling mostly better but still off.....but I managed to get some grocieries in the house and take us out for lunch and a movie so we could have some fun time together.

Chance calls in a panic at 6:30 asking that I PLLLLLLLLLLLLEASE bring his laptop (which had the project he needed on it naturally) to him at school b/c HE HAS to turn it in immediately. Hey, it happens....I don't mind have my guys back, that's part of what this sort of thing is all about right?

Get in the car.....hrm, this is odd, we don't have any running lights. Hrm....what to do? Ok, we can handle this - drive w/ your hazards on (the guy busts his ass on his school work, I know it's important) and just get what he needs to him.

Turn the hazards ono...ok driving with these on is annoying. Turn of hazards and hope for the best....Ok, this is REALLY strange.....now I have no turn signals. Greaaaaaaaaaaat. It's dark, ok...dark AND cold.

This is all still fairly manageable....I'm not feeling to panicked b/c these are all easily fixable things but I do have to get C his laptop asap, I've got a sick kid in the car and someone had the BRILLIANT idea to bring the dog (that would be me, I take her everywhere with me) and the dog is restless.

BLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. BLUB BLUB BLUB

F*cking POTHOLE! Anyone exit Colfax from I25 recently? There is a crater sized pothole just lurking there, and it's not close to the stop...it's a good distance so your still slowing down from highway speed. It was, in no way, forgiving at all.

Now, I am....upset, or something like it. Pulling out the calmish "Mom CAN handle everything!" attitude and then thinking of what to do. I call/text Matt AND Helen. No word, still no word actually and it's 3 hours later. Hope they are ok. The next obvious thing would be to throw the ole spare on there myself right? OF COURSE NOT b/c NOTHING can be that easy for me today.

Once upon a time the Baby Jetta got a flat tire and an valiant attempt was made by all to get the this one very stubborn and insanely tight lug nut off. It could not be done, not even the various heroes of my life could not use their mighty strength to pry that lug nut loose. Being that we'd JUST had the car serviced (tires rotated/aligned) by the Dealership, we felt it fitting to have them come and undo what ever super evile spell theyd cast and promptly come get the damn lug nut off. They couldn't do that, oh noo....but they agreed to tow it and fix the tire, free of charge. After Chance bitched at them for a good hour or so.

That's great, all is well in the happy kingdom of Mango when alas....she goes to have the tire replaced (it was only patched the last time and was in need of replacement) before the winter weather comes and the mechanics look at me like I am crazy. "Dear, do you see that at least 3 of these lug nuts are stripped to hell?" like I'm some kind of idiot (grr, I HATE that.)

No, I didn't know that but HOW WOULD I considering I'd had no problems since the last time....and I was trying to proactive and fix and got treated like some ditzy blonde anyawys (I HATE that) anyway, long story short....my lug nuts are all stripped to hell (as my previous mechanic so eloquently put it) and can not be pried loose by mere mortals. Heavy duty machinery with major sounding action is required to bust those puppies loose. But I thought that's why I took it to get fixed...oh no, it's not that simple...dealership has to fix it. ok. whatever.

So, I file this little deatil in my memory and have been meaning to get this fixed (which I'd planned for on Friday but couldn't b/c I HAD TO WORK and couldn't get it down in time for M to work on it)

So...yeah, lug nuts aren't moving. Chance calls and says where are you? I tell him (in brilliant detail of course) about the situation and the next step. Chance took the bus from school to try and come rescue his fair maiden, the little night and the galiant steed (Kasha dog could easily wooop someones ass if needed LOL) and one hour later he got there and began dutifully changing the tire. I said quietly...."But, I think it's stripped" I'd already called a tow truck. "Call and cancel that tow truck, I can get these off." Shrug. But...the lug nuts are stripped. Sometimes, you just gotta hope for the best. So while Chance yelled every curse word in the book in his attempts to what was later found out to be impossible...I called and cancelled the tow truck. Then all looked hopeless so I called again and said, ok we need a tow truck. Then...a lug nut came loose. So I called and cancelled. Then....after more curse words, Max and I standing out in the cold on the side of the road (Max was in his pajama's by the way, tshirt/shorts) shivvering and Kasha puppy looking very distraught...Chance said "Call the f*cking tow truck."

With the tow truck en route, Chance is worried about leaving us on the side of the road. Which is very sweet, but I did want to gently remind him that while I may be a fair maiden, I am a rather resourceful and capable individual, some even regard me as a force to be reckoned with (har har) and I was certain I could handle the situation. Instead I said "Don't worry baby, get back to school so you can turn that project in." He argued and finally I took the laptop out and shoved it in his face and told him to get moving. I apprciate his concern, but dammit...all this drama better not lead to nothing....go turn in that damn project NOW! But I handled it well and he could not hear my internal screaming, only external zen-ness. Yeah me. I am strangley calm with the big stuff. Usually. It's generally the small things that make me insane and act like a rotten fruit.

Tow truck driver shows up, sweetest guy ever and I was greatful for this b/c I couldn't deal with creepy tow truck drivers....seriously, I just could not tonight.

(Kasha INSISTS on sitting on my lap while I type, it's very cute...but pardon the typos)

We get home, get the car parked. The dearheart tow truck driver offers to try and get the lug nuts off with his tools (stock jack/tools from VW...not so great) and goes to work trying to get it off. Busts 2 sockets in the process and also cursed. Luckily his tools are insured. Max sure got an earful tonight. The f bomb has been thrown around more tonight than in your standard Quintan Terrentino flick. Ah well...not like he doesn't know those words. Except one that Chance said...he might not know that word. Well now he does I guess. Anway.....

Sweetheart tow truck drivers says "Girl, these things are stripped to hell!" I broke out into hysterical laughter, I almost started to cry at that point. I just nodded, I really couldn't say anything else. I did tell him this on the way, I guess he didn't believe me. He says "Yep, yer gonna have to take this to the dealership fer sure! I'd make them pay for it too!" The same thing Chance said the moment he met me out on Colfax earlier.

The neighbor walks up and asks if everything is alright? I say yeah He tried to poke me (these are the cute little youngin's who live next door) and ask if I was getting a reposession, I told him to piss off (I know choice language for such a fair maiden) and that of course I wasn't getting repoed. I told him about my night and he laughed and offered me a beer and gave me some more ribbing....

....actually, let me just note here that between Chance trying to save us, the sweet tow truck driver and my brother like neighbor guys who I am strangely fond of.....it actually made my whole night they were all so nice to me. It just felt good to have my guy, 1 guy i don't even know and 1 guys I barely know take care of me some how, just a sweet gesture by your average man out in the world. And Max...bless his heart, was trying VERY hard to play the big man role. In fact in he insisted he could change the tire when it first happened, luckily he was in his pajamas so I had a good reason for making him sit in the car while I figured this out..........

Finally now all is well, everyone goes home...

I walk in the door and Max tracked all the mud from standing on the side of the road into the house, up the stairs and into the bathroom.

I just deeply (very deeply) inhaled and slowly exhaled.

The carpets are getting cleaned anyway, what are you going to do?

And now, I am typing this in my blogg and thank goodness I have a ride to work tomorrow, Chance should be on his way home fairly soon and Max is in bed asleep and warm.

I am so ready to go to sleep and just start a new day tomorrow.

Here's to better tomorrows.
Cheers!

Freaking cheers.

goodnight.
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