I’m sitting down to eat a bowl of pasta I made for yesterdays lunch. It’s burning my tongue and bound to give me heartburn because everything seems to give me heartburn lately. Clayton had a bowl of it yesterday for a late dinner, he thanked me…went into the bedroom to eat it and then came back to ask if the ‘meat’ was veggie meat. “Yes” I replied, wondering why he’d even ask. Perhaps he thought I’d get even with him for a squabble we had recently and serve him real dead meat.
I’ve decided to eat and read a magazine instead of watching tv. I need some quiet, well as much quiet I can get since Mason is in his crib babbling. It’s too early for a nap as he only woke at 11am but seemed very sleepy during lunch so it won’t kill him to play in there a while so I can relax. The magazine came in the mail today, it wasn’t addressed to me. It was addressed to Clayton which I found odd since it was a magazine to ‘Glow’ which is a girls magazine. I’m thinking he’s on a mailing list for Shoppers Drug Mart. I start to eat my too hot pasta and flip through the pages to see models who can’t be more than 90lbs. Sigh. Perhaps TV is a better idea.
I’ve had a very frustrating morning. I didn’t intend on it starting that way but it did. I’ve been waking later these days, I won’t say when for fear of people criticizing me for being up too late. Mason doesn’t sleep through the night, I must have gotten up 6 times last night to fix a blankie, put in a binky or change his soaked diaper. So I get up, leave Mason asleep and head to the computer. I do this routine every morning. It’s like me ‘going to work’. I check email, check facebook, read the newspapers. I have to admit I spend probably too much time on the computer but it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.I really do miss working. Jody messages me to say that he has a promo code for 50 free prints at Walmart. Perfect, just what I need! I never thought to use the photo center at Walmart before, London Drugs has always been my outlet. So I open their app to upload my pictures and find it a bit confusing. I need to select 50 photos from various folders to make the quota. I upload them all at once. Hit the ‘upload’ button and a window screams at me, “ERROR – An error has occurred.” And poof my photos are gone. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? So I go back, click click click and add them all back in. I read ‘files must be under 6mb’. Lovely. So I go through each picture to ensure it’s under 6. I start uploading a few at a time just to be safe. I get to the larger mb files and ask Jody how to reduce them. He starts to list all these photo editor programs, so I try Picassa. A quick download, load up the app and search their help for ‘how to reduce file size’. They give me instructions but they might as well be Chinese cause I don’t understand them. Not because I’m stupid, I am actually a closet geek but because the page is written so poorly. Finally I figure it out on my own and upload the rest. Satisfied, I think that I’m halfway there. WRONG. 90% of my pictures need to be re-cropped because they are 4×6. Great. So I click through each individual picture and re-size them. Finally after what feels like 1/2 hr, I finish. I go through the rest of the purchase process. Add two more products and get to my shopping cart. I add the promo code and it appears. I take off one product cause it’s too pricey and I think I’m finished. But wait, the total hasn’t been reduced. WTF. What’s the point of a free promo code if it doesn’t deduct the amount from your total. So I try to go ‘back’ but their back button doesn’t work properly and all of a sudden I have twice the amount of photos I started with. I have no idea which are duplicates. So I start deleting some. Then it asks me to re-crop the rest. OMG. I start going through them again only to give up, the $15.00 I might have saved isn’t’ worth this frustration. I might try again later but right now, no.
Knock knock on the door. Ding dong. I look down, I’m still in my robe, Mason has his shirt off cause he just had breakfast what a pair we make. I open the door and there is an elderly lady standing there, obviously a tenant.
- Lady – “Is Clayton home?”
- Me – “No, he works”
- Lady – “There is dog poop on the floor behind me and in the lobby”
- [Clayton is Strata Council President]
- I peer behind her, sure enough there is poop on the floor. Gotta love dog owners who are completely irresponsible.
- Me – “Okay I’ll get a hold of Clayton and have it removed’
I msn Clayton and tell him the ‘news’. I have to get a hold of Terry who is our building caretaker but Clayton does not have her #. So I go into our last newsletter (that I am the editor and publisher of) and realize that the # I have for the Property Manager (who has Terry’s #) is not in service. Great. I call the Property Management office and go through their directory. It doesn’t work either. UGH. Finally I get her on the phone, get Terry’s # and call Terry. Who.Is.Not.At.Home.
Soooo I cleaned up the poop.
What a shitty day…and it’s only 1:43pm.
Mason is sleeping, the house is a mess. I admit, I made it that way, I am like a tornado going through each portion of the day (cleaning, feeding, diapering, showering, checking mail, doing computer stuff, watching a small amount of tv and whatever else there is to do).
So now I must clean the house and me and *try* to relax. I wish I had some chocolate around here…no I don’t. I wish there was more in life that made me happy besides food that will increase my weight and items that will decrease my bank account. I wish rain wasn’t wet.
