Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

What the Hell Wednesday 3

Yep. This is my What the Hell Wednesday post...on Saturday. It's been a crazy couple of days and I'm just getting to it. Sorry. WTH. You forgive me, right?

I need to start paying attention to the weather. I used to check it all the time but it was ALWAYS wrong, WTH? So I quit.

My brother called me on Monday night to see If Puddin Pop and I wanted to come down (to Raleigh) to spend a couple days with him and his son. We planned on taking the kids to the zoo on Wednesday since my nephew didn't have Day Care and my brother was off as well. We left on Tuesday. We ran into a couple spots of rain, but thought nothing of it and heard nothing of bad weather on the radio that we listened to for the entire 3.5 hour drive.

When we got up on Wednesday, it was obvious we were NOT going to the zoo. We decided to go to Monkey Joe's (inside inflatables) instead. We didn't bother to think "It's Veteran's Day and the kids don't have school (although mine did have school) it's going to be a madhouse." Nope. Not us. We take our 2 and 3 year olds out to play with the big kids. We get to Monkey Joe's only to find a sign on the door that says "We are over capacity. Come back in an hour" WTH? AND the door is locked. Do we quit there? Nope. We head 20 minutes up the road to the Monkey Joe's in Cary. It's pretty busy (slammed) too, but they're open. We go in and PP takes off, paying no mind to the bigger kids. They don't phase her a bit. WTH? Her cousin, however, is not so brave. He never stepped foot on anything. After awhile, PP headed to a big giant maze and ran right in. When I realized it wasn't a simple obstacle course with only one way to go to get out, I started to look for her. I headed towards the back and looked through the netting on the sides. She came around the corner with a fretful look on her face. It was obvious she was beginning to panic with all the big kids just shoving past her. She saw me and said she wanted out. Another little girl near her (about 6) offered to assist her. I thanked the little girl and was getting ready to walk to the front when I saw a little boy, about 4, come around the corner with his face completely covered in blood. WTH? A "referee" nearby saw him and immediately went to clear the "ride". I went to the front and panicked that PP would get trampled by all the kids trying to get out. She arrived safely and we decided to leave. We picked up lunch on the way home and stayed in the rest of the day.

Later that evening, Hubster called to say that Boog's school would be closing early on Thursday due to rain and flooding. WTH? By 5:30 am they had decided to cancel schools completely. I know this because the school called my cell. WTH? at 5:30am? Anyway, PP and I decided we'd make the drive back anyway. It wasn't too bad. Traffic was minimal. When we were about 10 minutes from home we made the left to take the James river Bridge which takes us right to our street. WTH? It was CLOSED. Another thing I would have expected to hear on the radio. We go around another way and get home 40 minutes later.

We are met by my FIL who is going to meet Hubster at the house to see if they can get a tarp on the roof where we've sprung a leak. We actually had already contracted a company to put on a new roof, but due to the rain, they can't do it until next week. WTH? Anyway. My FIL decides NOT to wait for Hubster and decides he'll get started. In the rain. In 50 mph winds.

I sit down to check my email. I'm a little flustered with the multiple e-mails advertising human growth hormone. WTH? Do I look that bad? and how are these not going into my junk mail? Before I can ponder this too much, I hear a loud THUD. I go to the back window and see the ladder on the ground, one leg broken off of it. I see my FIL just looking at it. I open the door and ask him if he fell. He says yes and I tell him to come in. He says he'll go to the front door. He gets to the porch and is standing in the wind and rain asking Boog to get him a towel for a cut on his hand. I open the door and tell him to come into the house. He just stands there saying he doesn't want to get the floor muddy. WHAT THE HELL? I told him I didn't give a rats arse what he wanted and demanded he come in. Turns out he cut his finger and had a pretty nice cut on his leg as well. Just about that time Hubster gets home and questions why his dad didn't wait for him. We send FIL home. Hubster then decides it's a good idea to go try to put the tarp up by himself. WTH? He falls off a different ladder and ends up spraining his ankle. Now he has a brace on it and is hobbling around.

Thank Goodness Friday the 13th didn't involve anything other than doctor's appointments and staying from rain, wind and injury.

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