Only Me

God has a strange sense of humor.  So I started looking for a job...because I feel at some point I should use my degree doing the things in college they said I could do....things like PR and Hospitality, and file random documents and answer phones.  So I found an add on craigslist for a receptionist position at a Chiropractic office.  I sent my resume and hoped for the best.  So yesterday I get a call from the Chiropractor's wife who saw my resume and wanted to know if I would be interested in teaching at one of her Montessori schools.  I would be able to work 4, 10-hour shifts and have Fridays off.  I could do parent tours...or I could possibly work at the chiropractor's office in the morning and then help at the Montessori school in the afternoons. So I agree to meet with her on Thursday morning.

Right after I hang up the phone with Ann (the Montessori owner) I realize "Oh crap, my car is still in the shop and my husband is in the Boundary Waters communing with trees and trying to catch fish and will therefore be unable to drive me to said appointment.  No sooner do I have this realization and go into a state of semi-panic than Jimmy the Friendly Mechanic calls.  He was able to get to my car way earlier than expected and I can pick it up this afternoon.

So in this weird world I feel a sense of inevitability.   It seems strange to me that every time I reach out to do something thats not childcare I am steered right back to it.  Am I somehow meant to work with children forever?

The house is falling down.

Ok maybe its not falling down but it certainly is coming apart at the seams a bit.  I was washing dishes the old-fashioned way.  Our house is much too small for a mechanical dishwasher.  All of a sudden I hear a rushing sound...kind of like a tiny waterfall.  I turn off the water, but still hear the sound of water gushing.  I glance underneath the kitchen sink and the pipe is clearly leaking.  Well not leaking really.  Lets say its more of a torrential downpour.  The pipe isn't completely connected to the sink and looks as though it has rusted through.  So when my dear dear husband comes home I slam him with, "Honey...I think there is something wrong with the sink".  Two trips to the hardware store, a couple hours and a few curses later and the sink is functional and is sporting some sparkly white pvc pipe.  Crisis averted and all is well.

Until that is I do some laundry.  It is T-minus 4 hours until we leave for our 4 day camping adventure.  I am trying to get all our towels and some miscellaneous camping clothes clean before we leave.  I open up the dryer to find some incredibly hot but not nearly dry towels.  Ok I start the dryer and listen.  It sounds a bit odd.  I open the door to the dryer and the towels haven't moved one inch.  Great now the dryer is down!  Not only is it down but I also have a full load of clothes in the wash.  So now I have to find places to hang all this stuff.  Did I mention that our house is small?  I have clothes hanging from closet doors and window jams, chairs, door knobs, plant hooks, and closet doors.  Luckily it was a nice day and with the help of some open windows and our ceiling fans everything got mostly dry before we left on our trip.  So when we got back from 4 days of camping bliss (with the exception of me burning my foot with bacon grease), Jason went in search of dryer parts.  3 hours, 4 stores, and much frustration later, Jason fixed the dryer with a new belt and the help of DIY on you tube.  Please Lord save us from any more fix it projects!