I had a lot on my plate today. Regular Christmas prep coupled with the in-laws visiting tonight meant that I had to: make dinner, clean the house, wrap the gifts, and pick up some groceries - all while caring for a tiny human. And oh, facing a snowstorm.
It started out fine, as most jerk days do, and then BAM it bit me in the ass.
To begin, my baby monitor randomly died during Fraggle's morning nap. For those of you who don't know, this is basically a crisis. First I had the initial OH MY GOD HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN OFF IS SHE ALIVE panic. The the WHAT IF IT HAD BEEN NIGHTTIME anger. Followed by the FUCK NOW WHAT frustration - because unless I intend to sit outside her bedroom listening for sounds of life, I need a monitor. Plus, so. much. to. do.
I tried everything and couldn't fix the fucking thing, so I called the company.
Company lady: "Have you tried plugging it in?"
Me: *resists snarky comment* "Yes."
Her: "Ok can you [insert troubleshooting obstacle course]."
Her: "Well, we can send you a new one. First we'll send you a voucher for free shipping. Then you send us the broken monitor. Then we send you a new one."
Me: "Oh, so you have teleportation capacity?"
Me: "Seriously? What am I supposed to do? Now I have wait weeks for a new monitor - a monitor I'm not sure I want if it's just gonna die. And in the meantime I have go out to buy a new one. Three days before Christmas."
Her: "What's your address?"
UGH. So my quick grocery outing became an urgent find a way to function today outing.
The rest of my day included: pushing a grocery cart through a snowy parking lot; terribly short and terribly upsetting baby naps; and, fifteen thousand chores. I must be a fucking hero because somehow I managed to achieve it all... while watching White Christmas.
To top things off, my brother-in-law's flight was delayed (enter: snowstorm), so my in-laws arrived a couple of hours earlier than expected to kill time. All my chores were done (except my DISGUSTING floors which desperately need to be vacuumed), but it doesn't seem to matter because I'm a giant crazy stressball with a sore back and a baby on my boob and an un-shoveled walkway BECAUSE THE NEW STUPID BABY MONITOR DOESN'T WORK OUTSIDE MY FRONT DOOR.
Furthermore, my brother-in-law missed our dinner - lovely festive table setting and all- and I'm exhausted but still staying up to see him because I can't not.
I'm currently sitting here with a cat on either side, a computer on lap, and a crappy baby monitor on my hip, listening to a poorly-rested baby whine, while Hubby and Ma and Pa-in-law drive through a snowstorm to the airport.
I'm trying to find the merry here people. But we're gonna press on. We're gonna have the hap-hap-happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat ass down that chimney, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.