I've had it with today, but I'm not allowed to give up because I'm the mom. Well, I've had enough of that today.
I had a lousy day at work and started feeling sick partway through the day. I have that achy, tired, scratchy throat sick to my stomach feeling. The "oh carp I think I'm getting a virus" thing. All I wanted to do was come home and lay down, but of course DH is at work, so I am on homework duty.
Do you know what they do at school when there is a 2 hour delay??? They send the extra work home - that's what! So, the normal 1 hour plus per day of homework for the 5th grader is "expanded".
I walked in the door and the house felt a little chilly. That's OK because I have it on one of those automated thermostat programs. I figured that it was just starting the warm up afternoon cycle (I keep the heat down to 64 when we aren't home). Well, after awhile I thought it was still too chilly and the heat hadn't kicked on. After some investigating, the thermostat said it was supposed to be 68, but was only 63 - not good.
So, I take my aching self downstairs to look at the furnace and notice that the fuel gauge on the oil tanks looks like it says "E". I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean "extra fuel", either (people who have kids that watch Drake and Josh will get that). So, I'm a little steamed (OK a lot).
We have lived here for 12 years and that is DH's job. I don't go down in that corner because it is creepy and dark and spidery. So, I called him at work and he claims he has been checking and he thinks I'm reading it wrong. Yeah, I can't read an E. After making me go up and down the steps a couple of times, he concludes that I am probably right.
I called 6 places for oil and guess what? No one will deliver anymore today - even though it is 9 degrees outside and I tell them I am completely without heat.
OK. Plan B would be to finish homework, eat dinner, and go out to buy some little space heaters while finishing up buying the last supplies I need for the 8 year old's class Valentine's party.
While I was making dinner, the 11 year old possessor of a Y chromosome decided to tie a string around a roller ball pen and swing it around the kitchen. Anyone ever read that internet thing that went around about what little boys can do to destroy your house??? There is one on there about a boy tieing a paint can to a ceiling fan or something.
Picture blue spatters from one end of the kitchen to the other. All over the table, my new Columbia jacket, the chair cushions, thae floor, the garbage can, the walls / wall paper. Well, you get the idea.
I had to stop making dinner to embark upon disaster restoration. Then, half an hour later I resumed making dinner. After that, I had to go pee and guess what? Yup, that's right. I sat in pee because some kid named "not me" was too lazy to lift up the seat. That "not me" kid is a bad seed.
Homework still isn't done. It's still cold and I'm nowhere near getting out of here to go buy the things I need. Of course, DH isn't off work until 9 PM or so. Gotta love restaurant management.
I need a flippin vacation. I'll settle for a drink, though. It's OK to laugh at this because I would if I wasn't crying. If you made it this far - thanks for listening to me rant.