Andrea and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day...

I think I'll move to Oregon.
January 16, 2007 started out pretty good. Jacob got up on time and got dressed with out complaining, I made him eggs for breakfast and he got to play a little bit of Xbox before the bus came. That is where it all goes down hill......(yes, I actually made a pun! you’ll see in a moment)
I took Jacob up to the bus stop at the top of our driveway, which is pretty steep and dark at 7 am. The lights are burnt out and I can’t figure out how to change them and I would have to get Portuguese light bulbs, so we make do. Also, we are waiting for the Landlord to come and fix 2 huge potholes in the drive, there are big chunks of gravel and cement all over, not very safe. Well, I am walking down the hill and trip on some gravel, roll down the hill and skin up my hands and knees pretty bad, and tear a hole in my jeans. Now I am just really upset because 1.) I am hurt 2.) I can’t call Devin and cry to him because he is in a meeting 3.) My best friend is gone and 4.) I TORE MY FAVORITE PAIR OF PANTS!!! Now, most of you are probably thinking, “why doesn’t she just go get a new pair?” I will tell you why, BECAUSE THERE AREN’T ANY TO GET! I found them at Costco last summer just before we moved and they don’t carry them at this time, and even if they did, I couldn’t “just run to Costco and pick them up!”
After a while I do calm down and get it together, after all it is just a skinned knee and hands.
I decide to play WoW for a bit and I am in the middle of a battle and the power goes out!!! Most of you know that if you live off base your power does that quite often. OK well I will just wait it out and it comes on shortly after, cool. I start to play again and it goes out again! Alright, I will get Michaya some play-dough and we will play together. I walk into the kitchen and slip in a puddle of water that the washer has leaked all over the kitchen floor for the 5th time, and land on my hands and knees AGAIN!
This is just not my day. I think I’ll move on base.
I finally get to the computer and decide to email Devin and just cry. What a sensitive Hubby I have he was very comforting and loving (as much as you can be in an email) and then he tells me that his boss, who decided to leave in March instead of July, (and screwed up our plans to go home), decided to take leave in February. Again, she screwed up our plans to visit home. So I am just not in a very good mood. Then after I read that email, we loose internet! That is it, final, we are moving on base. When the internet comes back I email Devin and tell him to get us on the list for moving on base. The next email that he sends me is going to make some of you on the West Coast VERY happy, he states that they are bringing in a new Social Worker in May or June, and they will be a Major. Which means that Devin will not be Flight Commander (again) and we will NOT be staying in the Military, in 18 months we are moving HOME!
A little later I get to call my friend and tell her all about my Terrible, Horrible, no good, Very bad day.
I think I will move to Oregon.
Devin then calls me on the phone and says “ I found these great tickets round trip to Oregon all 4 of us for under 1000.00, but we have to go Jan. 31, and buy the tickets today, which means that we would have to take out a loan until our tax return” I promptly say no. Then I call my friend again and she says “ are you smoking crack! you need to get home for a visit!” Ok so I call Devin and say ok see if you can get the time off. He emails me back and says “what were we thinking? I can’t take that off, I have a class to teach!” Also, we got our names on the list for housing on base and the wait is about 6 months.
I am beginning to wonder if anything else can go wrong on this day, I actually made the mistake of saying it out loud! My friend warned me about that, and guess what, it got worse!
I called my mom and she told me that my Grumpa was in the hospital with a fluid on the kidney and then they found blood in the urine, and the Dr. is now concerned for infection-!!
I am going to move to Oregon.
It is now 6:45 p.m. my time and I am now not so sure that much could go right at this point.
Fortunately, nothing more goes wrong. Thanks be to G-d! I don’t think I could have handled any more!
I sit down and pick up my knitting and reflect on the day, and nurse my hand and knee, and remind myself that everyone has a Terrible, Horrible, no Good, Very Bad Day at many points in their lives.
Even in Oregon.
But we are still moving back.