The day started off great. It really did. I got all 5 kids up, dressed, fed, and in the van. Dropped the older 3 off at school then came tearing back to town to drop Alex off, and then Daniel and I came home.
First mission accomplished. By 8:00am, I might add.
Yes, that is the pile of 5 sets of sheets after I got all of the beds stripped. Then the real fun began.
Enter the packing tape to try to salvage the plastic sheet, which has also been shredded by Mr. I Can't Keep My Hands Off Of Anything.
Oh, did I mention that I practically knocked myself out by standing up too quickly while making Emily's bed and slamming my head into the bottom of Sarah's top bunk? No? Well, I did. And I have the lump to prove it.
So something as simple as changing the sheets has now needed a cordless drill/screwdriver, a staple gun, packing tape, and a near-concussion. I was not happy. But I got all of the beds done. As in stripped, washed, changed, clean sheets put away, everything.
Of course, in between all of this, I had to pick the boys up from school. So I got Alex, came home and started working on putting new hinges on the cabinet.
Then we went to get Daniel. This is where the day went to hell.
Alex and I went into the school to get him. On the way back to the van, Alex was pitching a fit about something - I don't even remember what it was. He opened up the sliding door on his side - and when I say "opened" I really mean that he grabbed that door and slid it open as hard as he possibly could, slamming it back as far as it would go on the track. I was on the opposite side, getting Daniel in, and Alex sat down in his seat with his attitude. I went around to close the door.
It wouldn't close. Like, it really wouldn't close.
My nice, shiny, new-to-me van was broken.
I maintained a semblance of calm, but I was in a panic. Ex1 was heading back to my house with the older 3 kids, and I was sitting at Daniel's school with a door that wouldn't close. So I called him and told him what was going on and asked him to just meet me there. I messed around with the door and found that the wheels in the middle of the door were off the track. OK, that should be simple to fix, right?
We got home and I made supper and called around to get prices. The part appears to be fairly simple to replace - and we all know that I've done more than my share of car repairs - but the part is going to run $80 to get a new one. Yeah, right. NOT. I'll be calling junkyards tomorrow - it's been a long time since I've gone junking for car parts, so that will be fun. Sort of.
But, I got the cabinet door put back on, got the longer chains put on the ceiling fans in both bedrooms, gave everyone baths, and everyone is still alive.
Tomorrow is another day. And I might be out of Diet Pepsi, but I have the next best thing.