I'm going to spend this post whining. I'm apparently also going to spend this post being blunt.
5:00pm - With trick-or-treating only 24 hours away, I settle in at the dining room table to make Neil the ghost costume he requested. I've got white sheets, scissors and some thread. How difficult can a ghost costume be?
8:00pm - Very difficult. Thoroughly frustrated, I drive into Walmart and come home with one of the last Super Mario Bros. "Mario" costumes left in the store.
(Highlights from the three hours in between include Neil posing in a perfect billowy ghost costume followed by Neil walking smack into a wall in our dining room because the eye holes in said perfect billowy ghost costume kept shifting so he could not see where he was going. Followed by me deciding that instead of two small holes, I would cut one big hole for Neil to see out of. Followed by Neil posing in a perfect billowy Muslim hijab head covering. Not what I was going for. Followed by me deciding that I would put two eye holes in the pillow case and hope that would stay in place better than a whole loose sheet. Followed by Neil posing in a perfect KKK costume. Definately not what I was going for. Followed by the trip to Walmart.)
9:00pm - Neil (never one to like change) announces he doesn't like Mario and isn't going to wear any costume.
4:00pm - At my aunt's house for a hair cut, Neil announces he does not like Mario and isn't going to wear any costume.
4:30pm - Neil does not like Mario and isn't going to wear any costume.
4:45pm - Neil does not like Mario and isn't going to wear any costume.
5:00pm - Other kids (in costume) start appearing on the sidewalks outside my aunt's house, empty plastic pumpkins and pillowcases in hand.
5:05pm - Neil decides Mario might not be so bad.
5:15-6:45pm - A rather enjoyable, if somewhat cold, hour and a half follows.
7:30pm - Finally back at the EH, Charles and I begin packing for a weekend camping trip.
7:45am - Frantic activity at the Einsel House. Last minute packing for the camping trip. Costumes into bookbags for the kids' school Halloween parties. Packing a lunch for Cecilia's fall harvest day field trip. More last minute packing for camping trip. Everyone is at least 10 minutes late leaving the house.
2:00pm - Aunt Flo decides to join me for the weekend. (I debated including this detail here, but you know what, this little bit definately fits into a post titled "Grumpy".)
4:15pm - Meet family friend Adam and all pile into the van to begin the drive down to Lake Hope State Park.
6:00pm on a Friday night - not the best time to be in Columbus attempting to merge from Route 23 onto Route 270
6:20pm on a Friday night - still not a good time to be in Columbus attempting to merge from Route 23 onto Route 270
8:00pm - winding our way south somewhere in Vinton County, Neil announces "I need to use the restroom."
8:05pm - Neil: "I really need to use the potty."
8:10pm - Neil: "I REALLY need to go potty!"
8:12pm - Neil: "I CAN'T WAIT!!!"
8:13pm - Charles pulls off onto some steep stone road. The three passengers of the van who are able to pee standing up exit the van and line up on the side of the road.
8:15pm - We pull into the drive for Lake Hope State Park and locate Cabin #14. We unload the van and all go straight to bed.
1:15am - I wake up. With a stomach flu.
9:00am - Avoiding me like the plague, everyone else leaves the cabin to enjoy Lake Hope's ROAR Day activies (ROAR stands for Rural Ohio Appalachia Revisited).
10:00am - Cecilia is dropped off back at Cabin #14. With the stomach flu.
Mid Afternoon - Charles reappears at Cabin #14. With the stomach flu.
Thanks to my parents and Adam, Neil is able to enjoy the ROAR activities and has a very busy and full day.
8:00am - I wake up feeling weak and a bit shaky, but no longer nauseous. Cecilia wakes up chipper and joins Neil for a game of Jr. Monopoly. Charles wakes up feeling weak, a bit shaky and still nauseous.
9:30am - Since Charles clearly isn't up to any hiking, my dad and he leave to head back north. The rest of us finish packing up the cabin and take off for Rock House State Park. The kids have a blast hiking and crawling around inside Rock House.
8:00pm - Finally all back at the Einsel House, I do some basic unpacking but the house is still very disheveled at lights out.
6:10am - My nose feels cold as I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. I snuggle down under the covers thinking how good it is to be home.
6:10-6:40am - ...I hit snooze a few more times...
6:45am - Finally downstairs, I notice Cecilia is shivering when she gives me a hug. Hmmm. I walk over to the thermostat. It's set at 68 degrees. The house is 59 degrees. Damn.
9:00am - I'm half an hour late getting to work and the house is still mostly trashed, but a technician from the company that installed the furnace is supposed to stop by sometime during the day to look at the furnace. The furnace they installed barely seven months ago. (Just how much abuse could the thing have taken between the months of April-October anyway?)
2:00pm - Furnace tech calls. Some gas valve is the problem, he'll get a replacement and install it tomorrow. In the meantime he overrides the thermostat so the heat pump will continue running despite the cooler-than-a-heat-pump-prefers temperatures.
5:00pm - My dad leaves a message on my voicemail telling me we're in the dog house for giving he and my mom the stomach flu.
7:00pm - I call my parents to apologize about the flu. Mom sounds rough. She tells me family friend Adam now has the flu too.
10:00pm - Kids in bed and the house 1/2 put back together the heat pump kicks in. LOUDLY. No wonder they don't suggest you run the thing in temperatures below freezing.
6:10am - Noting with relief that my nose is not cold to the touch, I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. I snuggle down under the covers thinking how good it is to be home.
6:10-6:40am - ...I hit snooze a few more times...
7:45am - It's school picture day, so the morning has been another frantic one, but Charles and the kids are out the door on time. I'm heading through the house one last time to turn off lights when I stop suddenly in the dining room, staring in disbelief at the rug underneath the table. Apparently Tiny the Cat has the stomach flu too.
8:50am - I'm 20 minutes late getting to work and the house is still 1/2 trashed. What remains of the four puddles of diarrhea on the dining room rug are soaking under wet rags. Larger dry rags are shoved under the rug to protect the newly refinished hardwood floor underneath. I'm beyond caring what the furnace tech will think when he comes to repair the furnace.
2:00pm - The furnace tech calls to tell me the wrong part was shipped for our furnace and they won't get the correct part until tomorrow. He hopes the heat pump is keeping up in these cooler temps.
5:30pm - I eat two chocolate fudge poptarts for supper while shopping on-line for a new dining room rug. Stupid rugs are expensive.
6:00-8:00pm - I derive a perhaps undue amount of pleasure from the writing of this post.
But I really should stop now and finish cleaning up the mess in my dining room...