Who Sent That H-Bomb?!
As if things were not insane enough, my elder son woke up vomiting this morning. So I have a sick kid to deal with on top of this insane weekend. The day has been sort of like someone dropped an atom bomb in the middle of my life—and there’s fallout everywhere.
My stylist called me this morning to re-schedule my appointment because he had to make an emergency trip to his dentist. It took us about ten minutes to decide how to do it so that I didn’t have to entrust my “difficult” hair to someone I didn’t know. I’m going to go to the salon at 8 tomorrow morning with my hair already washed, conditioned, and wet. (I’ll drop the kids off at mom’s on the way; thank G-d for my mother!) He’ll cut my hair, but probably won’t have time to dry or style it — as I have to be at the dentist’s office by 9. (Mom will bring the kids to meet me; the dentist is two blocks from the salon!)
We stripped the beds and washed the sheets and blankets this morning, so when I get home from work I can remake the beds and tuck the sick one in for the duration. Then I can get on with cleaning the kitchen and finishing up the laundry.
The Red Cross called to tell me that the class I am teaching tomorrow includes the AED skills section, so I have to reconfigure my teacher’s manual before I leave the house tomorrow. I think I will pack everything in the car tonight—except my cooler, of course. I need to pack a lunch so that I don’t have to spend money—I’m trying to snowball my debt down to $0 again, where it was before the layoff and the car breakdowns and the broken toilet that ran water all over the floors. I think I will take pimiento cheese and celery. That’s easy and I have all the stuff on hand.
Anyway, so I am trying to leave work by noon today—one at the latest. I have to go to the bank and pick up the kids and get cracking on all the household chores. That’s one benefit of working for an Orthodox synagogue: They prefer to close the offices early on Friday, so if you want to leave, it’s not a problem. I usually stay until half an hour before the start of Shabbat, but I have the flexibility to leave if I need to.
And there’s a huge zit on the underside of my jawbone….got to figure out how to make that go away before Sunday. Don’t want to be standing in front of the whole congregation with a flaming-red pimple waving at them as I sing. That would be ghastly. Oh well, at least it’s not on the end of my nose! Or making a bindi mark in the middle of my forehead.