Got into a fight with not one, but two vacuums on Thanksgiving morning. Thought I would do myself and the family a favor by vacuuming a little before leaving for the Great Turkey Day festivities at my brother's house. The first vacuum (Circa 2000) proceeded to blow everything I was picking up right back out for about a half hour before I noticed.
After I threw that one out of the house (literally) the second vacuum (Circa 1996) stopped sucking 5 minutes in. When I investigated, I proceeded to get a face full of dust when the bag exploded. It's disgusting guts were everywhere. I cried. Seriously. Cried. It was that disgusting and frustrating.
My son watched. He was attempting to ask me if it was OK if he wore his Asking Alexandria t-shirt to Thanksgiving. It is supposed to be a volcano on the shirt, but it looks like blood and vomit and while crying I tried to explain that it wasn't really an appropriate selection while using our third and last vacuum (Thankfully Circa October 2011) to clean up the mess. I am pretty sure he got the point LOUD and clear.
Thankfully he suggested another concert t-shirt. It had a nice picture of a wolf on it with red devil eyes.
Thinking the worst of the day was over, I would take a shower and come out in a festive mood no matter what. I was super close to feeling normal and committed to positively thinking that I was going to look good this Thanksgiving.
My daughter heard my sharp intake of breath from the other side of the bathroom door and was asking me if I was OK. At that moment I was holding my eyelid open with one hand and peeling my contact doused in cleaner off my eyeball with the other while trying not to curl up and die from pain.
While rinsing my eye in water for next half hour I asked myself this question: WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS TODAY?
The swollen red eye I wore to Thanksgiving was a reminder of how thankful I was that the morning was now over.
The rest of the weekend was much better.
The Christmas tree is decorated. (Circa 1995) The branches on the tree over time point down and the lights and ornaments are already sliding south. By Christmas Eve when all our guests arrive, we will have a pile of lights and ornaments under the tree.
I purchased all of the exchange gifts we need. This is because I woke up Friday morning in a panic about what I was going to get three out of five of them and the hubby knew he wanted to sleep normally for the next four weeks.
The good news is that thankfully (Circa July 2011) I have all the Christmas presents I could have asked for. Our new to us house. For that and for my family here and everywhere, I am thankful!
Hope you enjoyed your weekend and enjoy your Holiday season even if you accidentally put cleaner in your eye at the most inconvenient times.
