Leah and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

I’m hoping my terrible 24 hours are up, but I’m afraid to say that they are in case I’m just asking for something else to happen. It all started last night when I was doing laundry. I washed and dried one load and then put the second load in the dryer. Awhile later, Greg mentioned that it seemed like the dryer had been running for a long time. I realized he was right so I got up to see what was going on, and apparently (we hope) the thermal fuse or whatever had broken so the clothes were all still wet and cold. It was 10:30 now, way past my bedtime, so I took some of the clothes out and draped them over chairs and my drying rack and went to bed.

Miles had gone to bed around 7:30 or so and he woke up crying at 11:30. Greg went in and gave him his pacifier and he went back to sleep until 11:45, so I fed him and he went back to sleep for the rest of the night. When the alarm went off at 6:00, I was exhausted and fell back asleep until nearly 6:30. This set me way, way behind so I was rushing around trying to get ready.

All of this rushing around explains how I managed to crack my forehead against the car while I was attempting to get our stuff in it. Then when I was backing out of the garage, I don’t exactly know how it happened (maybe I had a mild head injury?), but I managed to scrape my car along the trim in the opening of the garage door, leaving a dent, scratches and scrapes. And of course, we’ve just been talking about getting a new car. There’s goes the trade-in value.

When I went to visit Miles at lunch, he threw up on me. Thankfully this time it was only all over my jeans, sparing my shirt. At least I didn’t get a whiff of puke every time I moved all afternoon like last time.

After I got home after work, I decided to put up a clothesline in the kitchen to dry the rest of the still-damp clothes that were in the dryer. I tied one end to a cupboard door and the other to our coat rack. I have no idea why I thought the coat rack, which is free-standing, could support the weight of the clothes. So, naturally, it fell over after I put a shirt on the line. I picked it up and put some of the coats back on it. I didn’t finish because Miles started crying, so I left it for Greg to do. He started putting the coats back on it, and as soon as he put the last one on, it fell apart. Yeah, I broke it. He taped it back together with packaging tape, but we’ll have to get a new one.

Hopefully this is the end of it (the computer is still functioning so far) and tomorrow will be a better day.