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Crazy, Long, Torturous Week

September 16, 2017

Hey Everyone,

I cannot believe it is the middle of September, I swear it was January yesterday. But alas, that is not the case, much to my chagrin. Today we are celebrating my oldest boys birthday, so we’ve had a turbulent week and it just got totally thrown sideways. As a relatively OCD person that likes to plan in advance, if I hadn’t had an idea of what was going to possibly ensue, I would have probably had a nervous breakdown. Let’s see what this week brought to the Dopey Challenge Adventure.

09/10- Sunday- Learned from a friend how to do an oil change, after buying the wrong size filter for my car. Who knew there were three different sizes? And then randomly having a game night at their house, where the kids made the biggest popcorn mess in the living room. A vacuum got clogged and then getting stuck with sweeping the entire mess. Kids are since banned from eating popcorn- ever.

09-11- Monday- Worrying constantly about the MRI/MRA for my oldest child the next day and getting him to eat lots of food because he wouldn’t be able to eat until Tuesday afternoon. Also, getting a message from my oldest child’s teacher that I didn’t put enough money in the field trip envelope for both of us to go, so I need to figure out how I’m going to 1)get the money, 2)get it to her on time to still be a chaperone.

09/12- Tuesday- Oldest child having the MRI/MRA and then ending up urinating on himself, and also waking up during the middle of the scans.

09/13-Wednesday- Coordinating with all the guests for the party on Sunday if they are coming and what they are bringing food wise. I never knew how many people don’t answer their phones or don’t look far enough in their schedule to know a week in advance if they can go to an event they were notified about a month ago. It’s done and over with, my son will have a nice birthday party no matter what.

Husband and MIL organizing a pizza dinner and movie for everyone at her house.

My oldest son losing his 2nd tooth right before needing to go to bed, and then figuring out how to come up with money to pay him as the tooth fairy. Last time we got a $5 movie that had been on his wish list. Husband and I only gave him a $1 this time.

09/14- Thursday- It’s my oldest boys 6th birthday!! Oh, how time flies, I remember when he was born. *Cue tears* Super excitement, and craziness ensued that morning with both boys. That afternoon I ordered a cupcake-cake from Wal-Mart. It is where the cupcakes are placed close together and the frosting is smoothed out over all of them as if they were a cake. I would have made it myself, but I’m not the good. The person who was taking the order seemed to have a hearing problem and couldn’t figure out the difference between G, V, and B, and even asked me if I was placing a serious order. Um. . . .yeah, I just totally wasted 45 minutes of my time waiting for you to get on the phone, get your book in front of you, and told you my order for it to be a total fake order because my child’s name isn’t traditional and I called 3 days in advance instead of the night before? Totes fake.

After trying to order a 6ft sandwich for the party from Wal-Mart and being told it would be $150, I’m like, “See ya” and just ordered from Port of Subs ended up being $45, and I got three different types of sandwiches out of the 6ft platter.

09/15- Friday- A pipe burst at the apartment complex so the water got shut off for about 6 hours. So instead of doing dishes on my lunch break, I had to smell nasty dishes for the whole hot day. ***Warning***If you are not mature enough to read about a normal biological activity such as pooping, please skip the ** content. Thank you for your maturity. **And my youngest child wasn’t feeling well after coming home from the daycare and ended up pooping himself, it was an accident because we are allergic to cranberries (in any format) and when we (myself and my boys) consume them we get major diarrhea and vomit. I got a text from the daycare letting me know they had served them on accident and wanted to let me know so we could be prepared but the text came after he had already pooped his underwear. ┬áMy youngest knows he shouldn’t be having accidents in his underwear and when it happened he tried to clean it up with toilet paper, but ended up making a mess everywhere in the bathroom. With no running water, it was a horrible experience for everyone.**

My oldest came home from school crying and confused because his substitute teacher wouldn’t allow him to eat the packed lunch for him, telling him that he had to eat the school’s lunch. The school we are designated for 98% of the students qualify for free/reduced lunch, not us because we make $50 too much, so we pack lunches for him. Another text to the teacher to find out what the hell is going on, and I feel bad for her because she had been at a funeral.

09/16- Saturday- Had planned to do my Long run of 12.5 miles on this day because I knew that today was going to be busy with the birthday party before, during and after, Husband decided that he was going to get up early and go to the college and start working on a long and complex paper, so I didn’t get it done.

This is what life brings. Chaos. Love. Fudged up plans. If I hadn’t looked ahead and seen that this last week was going to be jumbled, I would have been super upset, stressed, and probably would have just said, “F this” and just given up. Instead of stressing, too much, I kept going and knew that this is just another hill in the adventure. Albeit, there was a night where I just texted a friend about how life sucks and then got over it the next morning.

As a part of this journey, this is the kind of kink that life will throw at you. Don’t give up. Not on yourself, or your plan, or this adventure. Just keep going. We cannot go anywhere successfully if we give up at every little bump in the road. Instead of just throwing your whole training plan out the window because a week didn’t go as planned, just pick up as if the hick-up had never occurred. Be strong and resilient. I believe in you! This is only 1 week out of 52 in a year, there are 51 other fantastic weeks that will make up for it.

See you on the other side!

 

 

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