Monday, May 17, 2010

Why today was NOT a good day...

...my husband left yesterday for the entire school week, and today:

1. my baby has been miserable, has a fever, runny nose, ear infections, and who knows what else

2. I had to leave the gym early because Lexie was so miserable in the child care. They were very nice and they love Lexie so they only called me down from my workout so that I could make her a new bottle but of course I wasn't going to let my baby suffer and cry after she had seen me

3. all local grocery/convenience/drug stores are out of pain medication for infants due to the lame-o Tylenol recall by Johnson and Johnson (I guess the lack of Tylenol has led to a shortage of all other brands, even generic)

4. Tate has a field trip tomorrow to Crow's Nest Farm and I can't go with him because I will be home with my little girls but I did still have to go to the grocery store to be sure that everything for his lunch was "peanut-free" and that all of his containers are disposable. While I was at said grocery store I desperately had to use the restroom because of the gallons of water I consumed at the gym but had not had time to use the facilities before leaving with Lex, Tate, and Ruby. Consequently, I began to dance around in the isle while praying that my bladder wouldn't betray me. As I was digging my fingernails into my arm to confuse my brain into focusing on the pain and not the peeing---while still dancing around---I had to scramble to get Abbie out of the cart. It was at this time that she announced that she had taken her shoes off and that she needed me to refasten her sandals onto her feet. I didn't. I quickly lifted her out of the cart and we ran together to the bathroom. My bladder only kind of betrayed me, thanks a lot body after five kids.

5. I received a confirmation e-mail from Nordstrom's telling me that my order had been shipped to...Jessie, not me...thank you to the man at Nordstrom's customer service for calling UPS and rerouting my package to Texas

and worst of all, drumroll please...


6. Nelda Wells Spears, the tax assessor-collector for the county in which we live, is trying to stick us with $18,179.90 of property taxes for 2008----I guess she doesn't care that WE DIDN'T LIVE HERE then (and we paid the pro rata taxes for the 6 weeks during that year during which we actually owned our home at the closing)

note: written to the tune of muzak while on hold with the tax assessor's office

8 comments:

Rachel Kirkham said...

OH NO!! I wish I were there to help you! Do you want me to overnight some baby drugs to you?? Miss miss miss you!!

The Weeds said...

Oh, Brooke! You will survive! My prayers are with you :)

Allie said...

Reading about your bad day made my day seem so much better by comparison. Thanks for the little pick me up!

Jessie and Taylor Miller said...

i really really really hope today goes better. the good news is, there's nowhere to go but up!

Heather and Dave said...

Oh Brooke- That is a no good, very bad, awful, terrible day. Stinks Justin wasn't there and that you did the potty dance with helpful, shoeless Ruby. Why must kids take their shoes off at the most inopportune times? Molly always does that! I hope you get the tax stuff figured out. That is a LOT of money!

megan&steve said...

The potty dance, I know it well.
I hope the rest of the week goes well & that Nordstrom gets your order to you pronto!
p.s. i'm sure Jessie would have loved a package, though :)

Lonna said...

Oh Great Caesar!! What the devil is happening here. I am so sorry that this all happened (of course) while Justin was out of town.

Well you know if you want I would gladly bring you some pain/childrens medication. Maybe we should just call it a day and head off for a lunch date.

I don't think that they can legally stick you with that bill seeing as you were only in your home for like two weeks of that year, and your title and closing papers already pro rated the taxes for you for that year. Lame Travis county. Just send me the names of the people you talked to on the phone, I know a guy who knows a guy, who knows someone that can take out their knees.

I really hope that things look brighter this week. Call me if you want to get together now that the kids are ready for the summer break.

Sugar... said...

That IS a rotten day! I've had those too. Lame-o taxes!! Hope you are feeling better and that you didn't have to pay those awful taxes!