Thursday, July 17, 2008

you win some...

Eleven hours and forty five minutes into a twelve hour shift, Surfer Dude called. He sounded weird.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Well, no, not really," he answered. "Gumby and I kind of broke the window in your bedroom."

"The window? In my bedroom? HOW?" I stammered.

"Don't worry, Mom. We're going to pick up all the pieces before you get home," he said.

"DO NOT TOUCH THAT GLASS," I shouted, garnering attention from all of my coworkers. "SHUT MY DOOR AND LEAVE IT ALONE UNTIL I GET HOME."

I raced home and was met at the door by two kids holding out a bowl of mint chip ice cream for me. This wasn't going to be pretty. I have four windows in my bedroom, but for some reason I had the idea that it was one particular window that was broken - the window furthest from my bed. I stopped in my tracks as soon as I walked in my room. It was the window right at the head of my bed, and my sheets were glittering with tiny little glass shards. Next to the bed stood a trash can that the little pishers had filled with the big pieces of glass even though I had emphatically told them not to. Keeping a titanium strength grip on my temper, we put a big piece of cardboard over the broken window and I stripped all the sheets off of my bed. Have I mentioned that because of Dee Dee the retarded dog I only have one set of sheets for my California King bed?

It's 11:11 pm and my sheets have just gone into the washer. I plopped down with my laptop to try to chill out a little. When I opened my Firefox page, all of my bookmarks had disappeared. They're just completely gone. All of my blogging stuff, the household bills I pay online, kid's activities, email...poof. Vanished. Into thin cyberspace. Gumby, who had used my computer to look up gaming cheats, got a deer in the headlights look and said,

"Uh oh. I think that happened on my computer once when I was looking up cheats."

The bad news is...well, all of the above. The good news is that I'm never going to run out of blogging material.


ped crossing said...

How did they manage to break the window? And how did you manage to keep your cool?

It sounds like you have blog fodder for eternity. Get some sleep and then go buy another set of sheets.

Maggie May said...

RC..... You need a medal for patience. I would have killed them!
How did the window get broken?
I won't let anyone touch my computer except my "technical support"
I suppose you had a good post out of it but what a price to pay!

Kaycie said...

First, tell those boys to never touch your computer again. Second, put a password on your laptop. An unbreakable one -- in case they disobey.

The window? In your bedroom? You've got to tell us that story.

Amy said...

Um, I'm a little worried about you sleeping in those sheets. Did you vacuum them? Shake them? Cuz if you put them in the wash, won't you just have clean glass? Scary.

It was good they called you. Can you imagine the state you'd've been in if you got home to that without warning?

aims said...

Oh RC!

The Rotten Correspondent said...

ped crossing - I have an appt. with a big Kohl's sale today.

maggie - I'm still not sure how the window got broken. It had something to do with an argument over the remote (NO!!) and a flying shoe. We'll get to the bottom of it today. I hope.

kaycie - that's what I don't understand. I have a password on my computer. There's also a guest acct. for the boys if they absolutely HAVE to use it. I don't know what in the world happened.

amy - I took them outside and shook them forever. Well, first I brushed them off. Then after I put them in the washer I swept and vacuumed my floor forever. It was almost 2 am when they were finished, but I woke up blood free.Whew.

aims - it's like I keep saying. I'm a shit magnet.

Marti said...

Oh wow, RC!

So, are the boys going to get a lesson in the cost of a new window? Seems like they might not be so quick to 'chuck' things around. The crazy thing is, I can so totally picutre this in my mind.

And then your computer...I am so sorry. That is just a way to end the day...I would not leave it laying around anymore. Bless you and your patience!!

Devon said...

Do you ever wonder if your life is just one big episode of Hidden Camera? Do you ever turn around and say, "where the hell is the camera?"

Potty Mummy said...

Is it still too late to send my boys back and get girls?

Thought so.

Marti said...

One more question, RC, what did Dee Dee the retarded dog do to your other set of sheets???

my two cents said...

Gosh, it all sounded so calm when I called and talked to Gumby. He was so cheerful and pleasant. At least you have them trained to meet you at the door with your favorite ice cream, except that I can't imagine you had a chance to eat it until 2 a.m. You need a vacation! Hey, that's an idea! I am making dinner reservations now, any requests?

Rudee said...

I second devon's thoughts.

CrazyCath said...

Amen to that!
But I wish your kids wouldn't provide so much blogging material in one night. I am sure you could find some without that hassle! :0)