Maniacal Monday

It started with the alarm clock failing to go off...

That's right! It was set for 7 am, so I could get my daughter up and get her off to school. My eyes open at 9:57 am. I see the light outside and think.. did I oversleep? I look at the clock.. "Oh cr**!" I jump out of bed, run to get my daughter up, who had turned HER alarm clock off. My husband gets her to school by 10:40... just in time to count the day as tardy and not absent. The school system is so strict here, and she can only miss 5 days within a school year without having to go to summer school.

My husband decides to go do some grocery shopping on the way home from taking Casey to school...

First, you have to understand that my husband is obsessive in nature. Everything must be done right, or not at all. He takes my list... a good list that describes everything I need.. or at least everything I thought I needed. He calls me to verify... 8 times already.. and he's not even home yet. He still has one more stop to make. I'm sure I'll get another phone call. My cell phone has been ringing, because people can't reach me on the land line, because Jason keeps calling me to make sure he is getting the right thing, and to ask if I need this or that to go along with it. I made the mistake of asking him to pick up some Christmas stationery. He calls me.. goes into detail about every pack of stationery at Target. I pick one, he asks me again.. "Do you think that's ok?" "What about....???" I say.. "NOOOOO.. get the first one." "Are you sure?" "YES!!!" Some lady in the aisle interupts him.. "Hey, they have more stationery on the end cap." Jason says to me "Hey, let me go look at those. Oh.. these are nicer and cheaper." He then describes ALL of those to me. We finally settle on one.

I wanted some ground beef from the butcher, not the prepackaged stuff. Jason calls.. "There isn't anyone behind the meat counter, so I'm talking to the lady in the bakery." (Why is he talking to the lady in the bakery about meat?) Jason says "They have 98% lean pre-packaged, but it's dyed pink. Meat isn't supposed to be dyed pink." I say "Just get it if the butcher isn't in." Jason says "Oh, he's back. Let me go."

He calls several more times. So does my mom and my doctor's office and the billing department at Duke. 

My dog pees on the floor.. (thankfully the hardwoods in the foyer) when he sees a big dog out the front door. Remind me to shut the door tomorrow morning.

My coffee spills on my lap.

Monday is only beginning.