Category Archives: Not good times

I just don’t want it that badly

Oy, what an afternoon.

So, obviously the kiddos had a birthday recently.  My mom wanted to get them a good present, and decided on this outdoor playhouse.  Looks like fun, durable, good for a number of years.  Great gift.

Except, she lives 1,000 miles away from us.  So, she figured she’d order it online and have it shipped.

Except, shipping was anywhere from $80 to $150.  So, she figured she’d buy it from Sears and have me pick it up at the store.

Except, they were all out of stock because it’s the end of the season.  So, she finally found it at a Toys R Us in Manchester, New Hampshire.  About 45 minutes from my house.  I said I could drive up there this afternoon post-nap, so she called the store and had them set one aside.  Of course, it’s not like they could have sent it to a store closer to me, and of course they wouldn’t let her pay over the phone.  So, off I go, 45 minutes with the kids in the car to buy the present my mom wants to get them.  Fine.

Except, maybe two exits onto the highway and traffic is all but stopped.  At 3:45 in the afternoon, nowhere near the city.  And Rebecca is hungry/thirsty but refusing her sippy cup of milk.  And Daniel is throwing crackers on the floor.  So they’re both screaming.  I’m regretting the trip already, and I’ve only been on the road 15 minutes. I’m considering just turning around and calling my mom and telling her to think of some other gift.  But I call M, who checks the traffic report, and it looks like it should clear up.  Fine, whatever, I’m already on the road.  After an hour, we finally make it to the Toys R Us in New Hampshire.

Except, the woman at the service desk keeps calling the guy to check the customer hold room, and he’s not picking up the intercom.  And they can’t for the life of them figure out how to spell or say my last name.  Fine, whatever.  25 minutes later (oh, and the kids are no longer in their carseats, but now in the stroller… not a whole lot happier), he finally wheels out this enormous box and I pay for it, and he helps me out to the car.

Except, as we walk up to my van, we both know it.  The box just isn’t going to fit.  Even with the seats down, even if I didn’t have the kids with me (it was tempting to just leave them there and come back later), it was too big.  He asks me if I have a truck (um, no), or if I want him to try to strap it to the top of the car (um, I’m 40 miles from home, I’m not driving back on local roads at 25 miles per hour).  I thank him for his effort, but apologize and say I have to walk back into the store and return it, less than five minutes after I bought it.  It was all I could do not to burst into tears.  The kids beat me to it.

Everyone back in the car, time to go home.  I called my mom to let her know what happened, and she started talking about my uncle’s truck and waiting until it comes back in stock at Christmas time.  I’m not sure why she’s so attached to this play house, but frankly, I could give a shit.  If it shows up on my doorstep, great.  We’ll love it.  But there’s no way in hell I’m crossing state lines for it again.

We finally arrived back home, more than two hours after we left.  The kids had been strapped into either their carseat or their stroller the whole time.  I think they were just relieved to climb around the kitchen while I got them some dinner.

Thanks, mom, but maybe next time just get them a DVD or something.



Filed under Birthdays, Family, Not good times, Toddlers

Back in business

A quick update on the crazy sewer/water situation.  After digging an enormous hole, finding the water main, breaking it, finally finding the sewer that they broke a few weeks ago, fixing it, and fixing the water that they broke in attempting to fix the sewer…  we now have functional water and drainage, and did not have to spend a 2nd night in a hotel.  The city did the repairs and have taken full responsibility.  Our insurance company will reimburse us for the cost of the hotel, as well as pay the people to come in and clean/sanitize the basement where everything backed up.  I’m still pretty stressed and wound up, but it appears things are on the mend.  The kids aren’t 100%, but the fevers seem to have largely gone away, so I think we’re all improving.  Thank God.

It was really quite something.  At one point there was one large truck hauling away the dirt from the hole, the excavator digging the hole, and a big truck with some kind of tank on it that I assume was vaccuuming up the water that was everywhere.  Plus four city pickup trucks and seven big guys standing around the hole, swearing. They even blocked off my street. Good times, people.  Good times.

You’ll excuse me.  I need to go take a shower in my own house, and possibly pour myself a stiff drink.

The view from the 2nd floor of my house, looking down on the massive hole they dug in my driveway.

The view from the 2nd floor of my house, looking down on the massive hole they dug in my driveway.


Filed under Home, Not good times

Update on an awesome day

Wow. It’s been a real winner today.

So, Daniel woke up with a 102-degree fever. At 9AM, made calls to the pediatrician, and to the plumber for the laundry room sink that was backing up. The plumber could come between 11 and 1, and the pediatrician could see Daniel at 2:45 (so I had to cancel my own doctor’s appointment that had been made 2+ weeks ago, so I still don’t know what the hell is wrong with my left foot). Great start.

Plumber shows up, and quickly determines I have a main drain backup or some such thing, so the drain carrying everything out of my house was all messed up. He had to go back to the office to get a bigger machine. Super. He came back, and there was all manner of drilling noise coming from the basement for a solid two hours. I finally told him I had to leave for the pediatrician’s office. He said he still didn’t know what he was up against, but would keep going.

Off to the pedi’s office. Did I mention Daniel had skipped the PM nap? Yeah. And by the time we got there, Rebecca was catching up and had her own 101-degree fever. Ears clear, slightly red throat. Finger pricks to rule out a bacterial infection, which you know they just loved. Much screaming, decide it’s a virus, not much to do except Tylenol or Motrin to keep the fever in check. Delightful.

Took the long way home, since Daniel finally fell asleep in his car seat, and got a well-deserved Grande Iced Vanilla Latte and a slice of pumpkin loaf. Yes, I’m a stress eater. Pull up to my driveway, and there is now a second plumber’s truck. They’re shaking their heads at me. Crap. Turns out there’s a broken drainage pipe. Where is it broken? In the middle of the street. Right where the city was digging in front of my house a few weeks ago. Coincidence? I think not. But the plumber (husband of a fellow MOT) has already called the city, and they’re closed for the day. At 3:45 in the afternoon.

Well, the plumber is packing up, nothing more he can do until the excavator shows up at 8:00 tomorrow morning. Oh, and he called the cleaning crew, so they can work on my basement when things are fixed, so I don’t get mold. Oh, and as the entire house’s drain is busted, we can’t so much as flush the toilet.

And, so, I greet you now from the friendly Residence Inn. The kids are, once again, sleeping in Pack & Plays. Let’s hope everything gets fixed tomorrow. Let’s hope I can sleep at home tomorrow. Let’s hope the city picks up the tab. Sigh.

Night at the hotel 1

Night at the hotel 2

Night at the hotel 3


Filed under Home, Illness and Injury, Not good times