Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Your day is probably going way better than mine

I went out the car this morning and loaded in three small children for preschool drop off.  I hadn't even made it around the corner when my role-playing game neighbors (I like these guys) ran up to the van and said, "Your front tire is almost completely flat!"

I thanked him and turned around to go home, seriously grumbling because, of course the tire is flat!  There's a nail in it!

A nail in it, you say? Yes, folks, there is a nail in my tire.  And I knew all about it, and in a few short moments, YOU are going to know all about it.

So, about a month or so ago, when we first started getting our cold snaps at night, the tire pressure light started coming on in our van.

The first time it happened, I was alarmed! I called my husband, who was in the house, and demanded that he come outside and evaluate our tires (they looked fine to me.) He also declared them fine and said it was probably just the weather and a really sensitive air pressure detector.

I'm not going to lie here; I was skeptical.  This is the second season we've had the van and the air pressure light did not come on even one time last winter.  In fact, it had never gone on before this date.  But, being that my husband is the boss of all appliances, vehicles, and equipment that live outdoors, I gave him the point and just moved on.

It was maybe two weeks and that light never went off.  Nelson said that we were going to have to take it into the dealer to get it turned off and I though that was ridiculous.  I made him check the pressure in the tires and the PSI in all four tires was a little low (35psi - it should be 36) and in on tire the pressure was 32psi (low!)

So he filled the tires and I felt a little smug and the light was off for a few days (a week maybe?) and it came on again.  And one of the tires was noticeably lower.  I made lots of noises and Nelson finally check the tire again and it was down to like 30psi (!!!).

The light was off for a day or two and then it was on again.  At this point I began to strongly suspect that something was wrong with the tire.  There was clearly some kind of slow leak. He checked it again over Thanksgiving weekend and found a nail in the tread.  Ah-ha! The reason for the slow leak.

I asked Nelson what we would do about this nail and he said that since the car was due for an oil change, we'd have them fix the tire at the same time.  Sounds good, yes? This was on Saturday last. I questioned if the tire would be okay until then, and he assured me it would be fine.

Now, you may be thinking here that Nelson obviously made an appointment for an oil change because obviously he would not want his family driving around on a tire with a slow leak.  Alas, he did not, showing a complete disregard for our safety.  I pretty sure he cut the brake lines as well, and maybe put some arsenic in our drinking water.

You may be wondering why I did not just take charge and make the plans for the oil change/tire repair myself.  There are two reasons.  One, is that you cannot have your oil changed with small children. That's a nightmare.  The other is that Nelson and I recently had a fight about how I don't have faith in his ability to repair things and how I question his judgement on repairs, so I am working to not do that any longer.

(This fight was about the front screen door. The closer on that door has been broken since FOREVER and Nelson tried to fix it four times, all unsuccessful. So, he wanted to make a fifth attempt and I was like, "Look, you can't fix it. You've tried four times! Come on!" So we argued and then he fixed it and so far it has remained fixed. Lesson learned, me.)

Anyways, I was pretty angry that the tire was flat because I KNEW that was going to happen, and I also knew Nelson had made no moves to schedule a repair for the tire (or the oil change for that matter.) I was also angry because I knew that with my whacked out shoulder/neck, I was not going to be able to change the tire myself (I can barely changed a normal sized tire on a normal sized vehicle when I'm in peak health.) My anger was heightened because I knew our AAA membership lapsed just this month because the auto-renew credit card had expired and I had not gotten around to calling them and giving them the new number.

That has been my morning.  Nelson is coming home a little early to get the tire repaired.  Oscar missed school and has been alternately tormenting Miles, or instructing Miles to torment Benji.

The end.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Hugging

Oscar: MOM! Come look! There are two squirrels in the tree!

Jenni: Look at that!

Squirrels are biting, fighting.


Jenni: It looks like they are playing.

Oscar: Yeah, they're playing!

One squirrel begins humping the other squirrel.


Oscar: Now they're hugging! They must really love each other.

Jenni: Yes, I'm sure they do.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

The swing

We are finally, fully done with our holiday-ing. We are home. I've been to the grocery store. I am considering our pile of dirty laundry.

I was really cranky when we got home.  The boys were the devil to get in the car, and I was tired from sleeping poorly all weekend on an uncomfortable bed. We'd been in a few minutes and I snapped at Nelson and he said, "Okay, I'm going to go do the dishes now."

And he did!

I went in to the kitchen to apologize for my temper, an he was like, "Hey, no problem. I saw how cranky you were so I decided I'd do the dishes and maybe that would improve your mood."

It worked!

I went to the grocery store and bought a bunch of food and a special treat for my sister-in-law, who just had a baby last week. I had gotten a gift for my older niece and the new baby and then I was like, "Hey, she just pushed out a kid! She should get a present!"

Nelson took the boys to the playground so I'm enjoying the silence, though the fact that this place is messy is killing me.  I should probably clean it up but, oh, I have two shipments from Old Navy that I haven't even opened! Priorities.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Is it possible that I'm not as great as I think I am?

So, there is the mom at Oscar's school? And I'm pretty sure she dislikes me.  Or disdains me.  Something like that.  I don't know, I feel like every conversation she has with me at pick up or drop off is forced. Like, she's trying really hard to find something to say to me because she thinks she has to, but it's really pretty clear that if she never had to speak to me ever again, she'd be okay with that.

I'm not sure what the deal is with her, but last year, it really upset me and hurt my feelings. I was really looking to preschool to be an awesome opportunity to meet some new mom friends, and it wasn't happening.  Then, when I realized that this one particular mom had some kind of dislike or whatever of me, it made me really sad, like not only am I NOT making friends, people are actively DISLIKING me.  It felt a lot like there was some kind of cool parent club that I was pointedly not invited to, and never would be.

This is an unusual experience for me.  I'm pretty outgoing and and while I do have my off days, in general I'm good at making friends.  I can have a conversation with pretty much anyone about pretty much anything. For these reasons, I'm not short on friends, and people generally (at least outwardly) like me. I mean, I'm not like the prom queen or anything. More like the high school newspaper editor - not the most popular kid in school but generally well known and liked.

Don't weep for me; I got past this.  I did make friends with a couple of the moms, and while we're not exactly going out for post-bedtime drinks together, we do enjoy chatting at the school, or during play dates if I ever remember to schedule them.

She still does not like me this year, this particular mom, but it no longer makes me sad. I came to the realization that I really didn't want to have to WORK to make someone like me. And I certainly don't want to be friends with anyone who does not want to be friends with me.  I'm good people. It is her loss if she does not want a piece of my fabulosity.  Now, I think it's funny. I mean, come on.  You're some kind of hot-shit preschool parent who gets to pick and choose who sits at the cool parent's table? That's lame, man.  LAME. I'll have no part of it. 

The, there was this incident a few weeks ago, where a few of us were having a conversation (mean to me mom included), and I was pointedly NOT INVITED to a thing, and I will admit it made me feel awkward. Three of us were chatting about our kids and an activity that they all participate in, and she told the other mom that she and her kid should do the activity with her and her kid next time. But not me and my kid.  I mean, she didn't say not us, but she was overtly NOT inviting us. Awkward!  And also, WTF?

(This was so much more awkward and lame than I can fully convey here.  She also did this weird name-dropping thing, and the name she dropped was someone that I know and know well and personally and have for like a decade, though I refrained from admitting my association. Meanwhile, the mom who was supposed to be impressed by the name dropping was like, "I don't know who that it." It was a bit hilarious.)

Now, it did not make me sad.  I do not want to be this lady's friend. But how about she just STOP BEING A JERK! Jerky Jerkerton from Jerkville.  Jerkface.  Jerkington.  Jerky-Jerk Jerk Jerk Jerk. J-E-R-K. I usually just laugh inside at her lameness and passive aggressive attempts to hurt my feelings, but this attempt at exclusion just seemed really extreme and I guess I just don't understand why.

Monday, November 21, 2011

So, did you miss me?

Well, hello there!  I know, long time, right? Weeks!  I've been up to lots and lots of stuff. So have my kids. He's the short of it.

Oscar successfully completed soccer and started skating lessons.  He claims to want to play hockey, so I figure he's to to start with the basics.

Miles has been his normal cute and charming self, though he's been doing this thing where he's completely obsessed with me and will not let Nelson do anything for him. I have to pour all his drinks, fix his bath, get him dressed. I love the little guy, but it's kind of exhausting.  He's starting show signs of being over this, though.

I have not done any holiday shopping,.

I have a 5K in two weeks and I'm not ready.

I've been doing a little paid writing and editing, and that the reason for the lack of holiday shopping and lack of running.

Nelson's birthday is in two weeks, and the party is the same day as my 5K because I'm trying to do too many things at once and doing nothing very well.

My family has eaten take out a record number of times in the past three weeks.

I have gone to a record number of town meetings that have been painfully, painfully long. Like three hours long. Blah, blah, blah with all the blahing, folks.

My writing/edit gig was taking up all my free writing time, and that's mostly slowed up, so I should be back at the blogging.  I have a good one it the queue about a preschool mom that dislikes me, but I can't decide if I should post it.  Some of the other parents know I blog and I'm not sure if the mean mom is one of them.   Should I risk it?  Should I?