Thursday, June 19, 2008

One of those mornings...

Word of the Day (really good one for today)

defenestrate \dee-FEN-uh-strayt\, transitive verb: To throw out of a window.

Ooooo...I like this one. I was ready to defenestrate all sorts of stuff this morning. It was one of those mornings when you wake up, shut the alarm clock (my cellphone) off, and snooze...and then wake up 25 minutes later. Darn it!! So, we're running late this morning and it's one of those mornings when I really needed to be at work early so that I wouldn't feel bad about leaving early to take K-man to the pediatrician this afternoon. (more shots...those can be defenestrated too...I hate it when he has to have shots) And we had thunderstorms this morning. Anyways, we finally get everything loaded up and ready to go after running around like keystone cops. Between lunches, bottles, laptops, breakfast shakes, a purse, a backpack, diaper bag, a shirt to put over the camisole I'm running around in because I'm pretty bra straps are taboo in the office, and don't forget the baby, our mornings are sometimes hectic. Hubby runs around in socks until he's ready to leave the house and then puts his boots on in the garage. His boots are always dirty and when he wears them in the house my eyes bulge like they're about to pop out on springs. I think that look disturbs him.

So, we get on the road...the wet slick road with all the stupid driving 10 mph on it...and head over to the daycare. Hubby wearing his raincoat takes in K-man who's wearing my raincoat. So, knowing I was now sans rain gear, I knew I'd definitely be parking in the "subterranean" parking garage at work today. Why do they call it that? Why don't they just call it underground parking? Or how about, parking in hell? Our office building is right next to the downtown jail and courthouse, so we have all kinds of savory people lurking around our block. Like any of us really want to park down there where some weirdo could be waiting to jack our keys and escape from the state?

I digress...I begrudgingly parked down there this morning. After getting down there, I found that all of the parking spots near the elevators are marked 'reserved' (which just really ticked me off this morning and I'm sure hormones have nothing to do with it). The next closest parking spots are next to the walls that are spouting water and creating a disturbingly large water puddle in the underground parking garage. So I finally settled for the dry parking spots that are located even LOWER than where the puddle is forming. Great...my vehicle will be floating by the time I leave work today. So, I put my keys in my purse, grabbed my backpack (no I don't have a fashionable tote...I prefer a good ole rugged backpack), put my long sleeve cover-up on, and shut the door. Then I realized that my headlights were still on because the stooooopid vehicle won't ding at me when they're on. So I said a bad word, dug out my keys, opened the door, turned the lights off, locked the door, put my keys in my purse, and slammed the door. Then I happened to glance up and see that I had left the overhead light on over the console. So, there went another bad word, dug out the keys again, opened the door, crawled in, turned of the stoooooopid light, locked the door, put my keys in my purse, and slammed the door shut. Hubby, who was on my bluetooth listening to all of this, said that at least I could work off some frustration when I climbed stairs at lunch with my friend. Well, there went another bad word! I forgot my tennis shoes even after she texted me last night to remember to put them in my backpack. I was so irritated that I kicked the gate I had to go through. The gate already had me saying another bad word because it's a stooooopid gate in the middle of the parking garage that serves absolutely no fricking purpose. OOH!!! All of this was after I was stuck in slooooow traffic because there was a wreck on the OTHER side of the road that everyone was slowing down to look at! That drives me nuts!!!

Okay, so this turned into more a rant than a post. When I looked up today's word of the day and found the definition, it just seemed to fit for today and I had to tell why.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I SOOOOO understand all that! Our parking garage is across the street...and when I came in at 7:30 it was raining sideways...just know that my clothes are STILL wet...when i walked up to work this morning it looked like I had put clothes on strait out of the washer!!!

Amber

-Bridget said...

I think I have one of those mornings every morning.