Friday, May 4, 2012

Friday Fails and F-Bombs.

Hallelujah, it's Friday. 


Now, you might wonder how my Friday is different from any other day of the week, especially considering that I don't work a forty-hour, Monday through Friday work week, but Loyals? Believe me when I say, I get just as excited for Fridays as the rest of you Friday-lovin'-ladies out there. 


Why? For one, it means that The Husband brings home pizza for dinner. It also means that said Husband comes home with said pizza before 7:30pm. And I may or may not pour myself a shot glass full of beer to indulge in whilst hoovering said pizza. 


However, just because it's Friday doesn't mean this day has been without fails and the occasional F-bomb. And yes, it's only shortly after noon. Let's recap, shall we?


- I woke up early and in preparation for my 8:30am 33-week doctor appointment, did NOT use the little girl's room upon stepping out of bed this morning (F-Bomb). First things first, do you understand how difficult this is to do when your 5lb fetus is constantly head-banging your bladder? Doing so only resulted in me doing The I-Have-To-Pee-So-Bad-But-Must-Save-It-For-A-Cup Shuffle around the house as I readied Carter for breakfast, willing myself NOT to pee my pants (or my shorts rather) because we also know that at this stage of pregnancy? I have about 4 things that fit and are respectable enough to leave the house in. (Double F-Bomb).


Note: Your husband's Under Armour shorts and fraternity T-shirt is not one of these "respectable outfits." 


- After rummaging through the pantry slaving away in the kitchen to whip up Carter some breakfast, I handed him his delectable breakfast of a cheese stick and a strawberry Special K bar, something that passed the Picky Toddler Breakfast Test just days before. Of which he promptly fed 100% of to the dog. (F-bomb).


The least he could do is wait for me to leave the house and not do so smugly and right before my eyes.


- After quickly kissing The Toddler and The Husband goodbye as I made my way out the door, I started my car only to realize my gas light was on as well as some other light that resembled a beach inner-tube making love to a tic-tac-toe board. (F-Bomb).


- Thankfully my doctor's office is just a short five minutes from home and I knew I could easily stop for gas on my way back. Not only would I get to hear the sweet, sweet sound that is M2's heartbeat, but more importantly, I would be able to pee. Priorities, here Loyals. Priorities. As I check-in at the front desk, the receptionist asks me if I'm here for "weekly visits." I quickly tell her that I'm 33 weeks and still have one more "bi-weekly" appointment to go before my beautiful face graces their office every week. 


.. to which she replies, "Oh, I only ask because your appointment is scheduled for NEXT Friday at 8:30am." (Triple freaking F-bombs).


- Did I mention I'll be spending Carter's nap time today waiting for The Termite Man to arrive? Because scheduling that appointment during Carter's NAP WINDOW was an excellent idea. Fail, fail, fail.


Edited to add: 


- As if this Friday could not be any more F-Bomb-errific... We have termites. And not only do we have termites but we have to do something about them before they eat our entire front door. And once we do something about them, we need to replace said front door. 


Happy Mother's Day to me. F-bom. F-bomb. F-bomb.


Happy Friday, Loyals. Here's to hoping your Friday is filled with less Fails and F-Bombs than mine! 




22 comments :

  1. Friday night is also our pizza night! I sooooo look forward to it every week. Hope your day gets better!

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  2. I showed up to an invisible appointment this week also... you're not alone! It's so hard not to want to strangle the person at the front desk :)

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  3. Oh, snap. :( Let's hope for less f-bombish days tomorrow and Sunday, hmmm?

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  4. NO WAY? I'm F-bombing for you friend! Better tell the hubs to bring home an extra pizza ;)

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  5. Oh man mama!!! I give a big ole f-bomb to this Friday too!! Hoping things look up soon! Xo

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  6. You know my first thought when I got to the end?!?!?! She could have gone *tinkle* that whole time!!! I'm sure you came to that same conclusion :) Ha!

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  7. Happy Friday its our pizza night too!!

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  8. Termite guy came to our house last friday. That was a 1K FBomb. Sucks

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  9. I need a T-bomb and a W-bomb because this sounds strinkingly similar to my Tuesday and Wednesday this week.

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  10. Dropping another f-bomb in honor of todays crazy events for you, AP!
    -charlee
    thecoachswife.blogspot.com

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  11. Dropping another f-bomb for you AP, in honor of todays craziness! Wishing you a Swell Saturday vs. a Shi*ty Saturday!
    -charlee
    thecoacheswifecw.blogspot.com

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  12. I could totally pee and have more for the cup 5 minutes later. Actually I think I could pee, pull up my pants, sit back down and go more. I'm at the point where I go all.the.time!

    Oh and don't you love it when your dog eats better than most humans? What a waste of grocery money. Granola bars are expensive, don't these kids know this?

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  13. I love your blog! It's been a f-bomb kind of day for me to... our landlord informed me this morning we have 30 days to move out so his son can move into our apartment and then I locked the keys in my car with my 16th month old strapped in his carseat. Big mommy fail, lucky the fire department came to save the day. I hope your day gets better!

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  14. Dang it! Here's to an f-bomb-less Friday night and weekend!!!!

    Love you girlie!

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  15. I'm dying laughing and I'm so sorry that it's at your expense, but this phrase: beach inner-tube making love to a tic-tac-toe board: KILLED ME. I hope your day turns up for the better from here on out. Enjoy pizza!

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  16. Ick , that sucks....I hope your weekend is F-bomb less for the remainder of it.

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  17. Oh you poor thing! It seems that is the way things are going around here too....maybe that is what happens to life when you are super pregnant (I'm right there with you due in June too!). It feels like everyday I'm shouting words that my kids should NOT be learning.

    I hope things get better this weekend for you and that you get a lovely front door ;)

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  18. AWWW! So sorry about your termite problem :(

    I hope the pizza helps!

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  19. It's just...I can relate to this pretty much 100%. I feel like most my days run like this. Especially the gas thing. ESPECIALLY when I have somewhere important to go and am already late. AND in my head I always figure out a way to blame my husband for my gas tank not being full. Truth.

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  20. Oh my gosh, what a pain! I think I would've begged the doctor to go ahead and see me while I was there anyway.

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  21. It makes no sense if you havent lived it, but I look more forward to Fridays now as a SAHM than I ever did when I worked outside the home!

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  22. Much to the hubs dismay, I also share a love for the more-than-occaisional-but-not-around-the-baby F-bomb. Sometimes I just can't find a better word quick enough!

    Sorry you had such a poopy Friday! That just means tomorrow is going to rock your socks, listening to M2's sweet heartbeat again.

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