Ever have one of those days?

Mine's been going on for three days now.

It actually started six weeks ago when the you know what quit working, but it all came to a head two days ago.
 My power drill quit working shortly after we took the dishwasher apart to clear out the drain.  Then the computer contracted a virus and had to be brought in and cleaned out.  Fortunately it seems to be working fine now.

Tuesday, Jay got an email from Zack's geometry teacher at 2:10.  It said that Zack was two points shy of passing and he had one last project to turn in.  A drawing of a tesslation.  Couldn't get any easier.  This would give Zack enough points to tip the scale to a passing grade, but instead of turning it in, Zack skipped class.  His teacher's email suggested getting Zack on his cell phone and warning him that he had forty minutes to turn in the project or suffer the eternal consequences.  Jay called me and told me what our brilliant son was up to.  As he told me this, Zack came in the back door.  As Jay was bellowing at me over the phone, I was screaming at Zack to find his project and get himself in the car NOW.

I felt like Jack Bauer, racing against the clock, trying to save my idiot son from bad grades.  Email in real time, frantic cell phone calls and mad dashes through the city streets...

Ten minutes later, I screeched to a halt in front of the school, amist hundreds of kids milling about and having last day of school fun.  I kicked Zack out of the car and told him to run his project up to his geometry room and pray that it was in on time and that his teacher would accept it.  I waited for Zack's return.  He came back happy, said his teacher had taken it and told him that he would email the good news to Jay.

I went home and immediately logged on.  I couldn't trust Zack's word, I had to see the email myself.  Couldn't find it.  Never showed up.  I emailed his teacher, asking if he had, indeed, passed Zack.  The computer warned me that I was sending email to a junk account.  Oh oh.  I checked our junk file and sure enough, all the email from teachers at school had been mistakenly sent there.  To protect itself, the computer had been junking all the emails from school ever since we brought it home.  We only got the one about the final project because Zack's teacher sent it in response to a query from Jay. 

  I fixed the problem, but as the school year had technically ended a half hour earlier, it was a bit too late.  Anyway, the good news was that the passing email did exist.  Zack passed geometry.

Wednesday morning, the first day of summer vacation, I had to bring Zack to a different school so he could take a final in the quarter of geometry that he made up online.  When I picked him up later, his teacher assured me that he'd done very well and in fact got the best math grade he's ever gotten for that quarter, a B-. 

What a relief. 

Then this morning I went to make coffee and the light in the kitchen had burnt out.  It's one of those halogen tube lights that are supposed to last years and that's why they're $9.00 a piece.  I had replaced this one a month ago.  As if that weren't bad enough, the fixtures in my kitchen, while they look really cool, are a bitch and a half to take apart.  Changing one bleepin lightbulb is a dreadful, actually painful job.  Plus, it meant I had to go to the hardware store.  So I went and bought a bulb and stopped at the grocery store and got milk and a bunch of other cold things and when I got back to the car, I had a flat.

No way was I going to wait there for AAA, I had milk in the car!  So I drove home on the flat and was pleasantly surprised how many people honked to tell me I had a flat.  I have a "W" sticker on my back windshield and in this neighborhood, that doesn't win you many friends.

Maybe they were happy I had a flat.  Nah, they're good folks.

Anyway, I got home, put away the milk and called AAA.  A nice kid showed up, changed my flat and wanted to know all about our chimenea.  He wants one and can't decide on that or a bonfire pit.

THen I called Jay's brother Tim, who owns a garage, and he said he had the tires I needed so I drove out to his place and got four new tires.  Man, were they worn.  It's amazing I only had one flat.

Now I have a new computer, dishwasher, microwave and four new tires.  Things are looking up.  I may need to replace my kitchen light fixtures, but I'm okay with that.  As I said, they're pretty, but maintanance on them is grisly.

And I get to shop for a new power drill. 

So I guess this hasn't been all bad.

 

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