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Before I get into the Crappy Pappy stuff, I am happy to report that my hubby is FINALLY home from Cape Cod. He got in yesterday. I picked him up from the airport after he called me from a pay phone (his cell phone was ruined in a torrential down pour...apparently water-proof pants don't work if the pocket is left open even just a little bit, and your phone will short out if it is turned on) to inform me that he had indeed survived the air plane ride home. See, he had originally called me from the runway in DC from a strangers borrowed phone to inform me that he haden't taken off yet and that he had no idea what the hold up was and that he couldn't talk, then he abruptly hung up. So, me being the overdramatic person I am (I have a ceritified anxiety disorder) I am thinking there might be terrorists on his plane or something. So I was of course worried that I may never again see my husband or something. ESPECIALLY considering the crappy pappy day I had had, it would have only been fitting. So, to finally get to see him was very relieving.

So, I will start with yesterday. The day starts with me looking out with window and just happening to catch that the lawn care weed people are in my back yard. Now, I had no clue they were coming to my house. It was pouring outside. I had also woken up late, lucky for them. I say it was lucky for them, because normally Roci (my dog) would have been in the back yard at this time. For those of you that do not know what my back yard is like, it is fenced in with a gate, therefore, Roci is never tied up to anything because she is safely FENCED IN! If I had not slept in a bit, that lawn care guy would have opened my fence and Roci could have run right out, and possibly into the street and gotten hit by a car, which would have made me very unhappy. These lawn care people only come 5 times A YEAR, so it's not like they are on a set schedule that I should know when they come. In addition, Roci haden't been outside yet from the night before, and the weed stuff they put down makes it so she can't go out for an hour, so my dog has to wait an additional hour before she can go to the bathroom cause there really isn't anywhere else around me I can take her, unless I let her go to the bathroom in the neighbors yard, I get dressed, and take her out IN THE POURING RAIN! Then I come downstairs, and because I had happened to glimpse that the guy had been in my yard, I checked the fence to see if he had closed it, and he haden't! Now, had I not just happened to see him in my backyard, I would not have known that anyone had been back there. In turn I would have let Roci out like it was a normal day without checking the fence, because why would I...we never utilize it? She would have deffinitly gone exploring...she is only a little over a year and once again, probably would have gotten hit by a car! So, I went out, in the pouring rain, and closed the fence. Then, I called the lawn care service and complained and told them they needed to call me to tell me when they were coming and had to close the fence when they were done and if it happened again we were canceling the service. Grrrrr....that was just how the day started! It was crappy pappy!!

So, then I have to go to the office and figure out how to carry in a billion and a half things, while it is raining, plus an umbrella. And it is my day to host the 2-Mile Activities, and it is raining, so I am not thrilled about that either, cause I really wanted to try out an experiment with the kids, and if it was raining, it wouldn't be very easy to do it.

Go to work and find out that my wonderful friend Sam's wife, who is pregnant, is in the hospital because she has a Kidney stone. The Kidney stone is too big to pass on it's own, but she can't have surgery right now cause it is too risky for the baby. So, they had to put somethin gin so that all her urine would bypass that Kidney till the baby is born, and it's not due till, like, September or something...that's a really long time when your in pain! So, I was really worried about them.

Then Heather, who irritates the HELL out of me, and wasn't supposed to show up at work till way later, showed up at like 10 friggin' o'clock to do god only knows what cause she doesn't get paid for being at the office casue she is a TSS. She drives me crazy. She thinks she knows everything. She is one TSS that you have to practically babysit becasue she cas seriously go in and mess things up really, really bad. She actually has implemented a "plan" (which they aren't even allowed to do, and thank god it isn't my case cause I would so freak out) that has a 9 year old kid with ODD writing sentances 1600 times A DAY!! For those of you who don't know what ODD is, that is Oppositional Defiant Disorder. I don't know about you, but if I didn't have ODD to begin with, after day two of this "plan", I would develop it, and would probably develop a deep seeded resentment and hatred for my parents as well. I tried to explain to Heather that this was not a very good idea, but she basically told me I didn't know what I was talking about and that the BSC on her case was stupid (her BSC has more experience than she and I put together and thinks the "plan" Heather came up with is a crock of shit, just like I do). I wanted to sit her down, put a pencil in her hand and slide a sheet of paper in front of her and tell her to write the sentences 1600 times for an exercise in empathy and then get her opinion on the "plan". What she doesn't understand is that this job takes creativity, not doing the same freakin' thing to a kid every single day so that they hate their parents. So, anyway, she was their, hovering over Michele and I all day and driving us crazy with her comments and, the only way I can describe it, "beady little laugh"

Left to go out and do my thing at 2-Mile alloting myself enough time to get there 15 minutes before everyone else in order to get the pavillion and set up since I was running this shindig provided I was GOING THE SPEED LIMIT. Well, the car in front of me decided that wasn't good enough, that it would be better to go 35 mph the entire way because a little sprinkle is apparently hazardous to the road driving conditions. That's right, I said a little sprinkle...not a downpour, or a white out or anything like that, just a sprinkle. So, I was litterally yelling at that guy, red in the face in my car, like that could help anything, since he couldn't even hear me, but sitting there doing nothing would have probably caused me to have a stroke at the age of 25.

Get to 2-Mile and things actually turned around for the 2 hourse I was there. I had SO MUCH FUN with those kids and the weather even cleared the whole time I was out there. I forgot about my bad day during that time and got to play, laugh, run around barefoot, and genuinely pretend I was a kid. I wish that was what my job was like always.

So, I load everything back up and go back to the office and get corenered in the parking lot by my least favorite clients mother. The car isn't even stopped and she is literally flagging me down. My window was down and she is yelling..."I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!!!!" Of course, it's about nothing important, just how she wan'ts to spend her child's SSI money (why do I care?). So, I get done with her, go back to my car, bend to get back in it and SMACK I wach my friggin head off the side of the car and it hurt like hell. I am always smacking my head off of things. I don't know how I manage to do it, but I always do.

Get back inside, get all unloaded, decide I am going to work until 6 and then leave to go down to Pittsburgh to meet the family. At this point, the plan is that mom is picking up Chris from the Airport at 6, she is dropping him at home, mom and dad are going to the funeral home, picking Chris back up after that, and I am meeting them all at Texas Roadhouse for Lucas' birthday dinner at some point after that. Well, mom calls to ask me when I am leaving and decides I should leave at 5:30, not 6, and we need to be at Texas Roadhouse at 7 because she had talked dad into going to the funeral home before she picked up Chris. So now I can't work as long so I am all thrown off because of this 1/2 hour.

Now, I should also mention that I attempted doing Slim Fast as a dietary supplement this day as well. What the hell is Slim Fast? Who decided it is ok to drink your breakfast and lunch? I am full for like, an entire 45 minutes...maybe and hour if I am lucky before I start to get hungry. Then I get into a totally freak out mood cause I am SO hungry. So, that didn't add to my day being good.

Anyway...back on track. I get the call from Chris, and I don't know what's going on with his flight, so I call mom and tell her not to pick him up at 6 and I don't know what we are going to pick him up. So, she says to check his flight on-line. So, I come home and check, but I am dumb and I can't figure out how to read that. So, I called the number for United Airlines and did the automated thing and that was much easier to understand and came to find out his flight was in the air and he would be landing at 6:03 PM. So, I hurried up and got in his truck (after I found his keys) cause I figured he would be more comfortable in there than he would my Mazda and took off for Pittsburgh. Well, 6:03 came and went and still didn't hear anything from him. So, I figured I would just go and drive around the airport till I spotted him. Finally he called from a payphone around 6:45. Well, no one bothered to inform me that there was construction on Route 60, cut down to 1 Lane of traffic, and that the speed limit was 40 MPH for like, 15 miles. My anxiety levels were THROUGH THE ROOF at this point. So, by the time I got the to airport I was a frazzled mess! Driving back to the resteraunt after picking up Chris I could barely stay in the lines and I could barely form coherent sentances. Everyone said I was snapping at the waitress...I didn't think I was, but if 5 people tell you you are, you must be. It was seriously a bad day.

So, I was able to settle down on our drive back finally cause Chris was home, finally, where he was supposed to be, and he was driving, so I didn't have to, and could just relax.

Now, today. Chris and I had been planning a mini-vacation together. 1 trip, just he and I...the only thing! All our other vacations are seperate or with other people. It is just a weekend away for our anniversary, bought for and paid for by our parents. He called to tell me that it has to be rescheduled because he is going to have ankle surgery and wants to get it done, like, next week. Our vacation (which has been planned since Easter) was scheduled for July 21 weekend. I was so looking forward to it and am so disappointed. I cried when I found out. I understand why he wants to go ahead and get it done, but July 21 and July 28 were the only weekends that were really important to me and now they are both ruined.

Plus I had the shittiest dreams last night. And you know how if you have a bad dream it just makes you start out your day bad. Grrrrr......Crappy pappy!!!

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