What day is it again? Oh that’s right.
Scourge of the week.
It all started out so good. Really good. Things are finally starting to feel normal around here. I’m about 75% unpacked and the rest has been cleverly stuffed into the “Forget-About-It Room.” Eventually this room will be presentable as a guest bedroom, but for now… I’d rather just forget about it.
Now I have the delightful task of picking out paint colors for each room, and the slightly less delightful task of removing wallpaper and actually painting. But at least I can now locate my toothbrush, bake a pie, or do laundry to my little heart’s content.
Now about that Monday thing. It really was off to a good start. Laundry started, kids dressed and fed, and coffee already flowing through my veins. The kids were pleasantly keeping themselves occupied so I decided to take a few minutes to accomplish a small task I never seem to find time to do: Figure out how to set my watch. Not my good watch, but my inexpensive digital watch that I use when I go out walking or take along on a campout. It’s been incorrect ever since the time changed and I can’t for the life of me figure it out. It’s unnecessarily bedecked with way too many buttons. So I sat down to my laptop to call in some reinforcements via Google. The daRn tutorial instructed me to hold down three ridiculous buttons at the same time. (see footnote)
And then it happened.
The cursed watch slipped from my grip, into my nearly full cup of coffee, which in my panic to get it out (way more concerned about tainting my coffee at that point), toppled the mug (nearly full, may I remind you) onto my laptop, spilling over onto my datebook (Yes, I still use one. Don’t judge me.) and soaking my new cell phone in the process. *sigh*
So it’s Monday morning and every important piece of my life is coffee-soaked, air-drying, and useless for the immediate future. Thank you to my sweet hubby for trusting me to use his beloved computer in the meantime!
He asked me if I learned my lesson. What exactly should I take away from this unfortunate event?
No coffee by the computer? Never.
Ditch the datebook for a smartphone? Please, don’t make me.
Kick that hideous watch into oblivion? A thousand times yes.
I’m off to brew more coffee, shop the internet for new watch, and make my Monday marvelous.
(Note: The “R” in daRn is intentional, to avoid looking like I improperly spelled a curse word.)