Hoar frost and hump day

Everything has hoar frost on it today. Hoar frost sucks, because it's hard to get off the windshields. My defroster is broken, like almost everything else I own. It's not as cold as it has been. There's still snow and ice, but, you don't need gloves or scarves. Today is a pissy day, I can tell already. Yesterday, we had our shit together here, clean clothes laid out, hot breakfast, homework done and signed and plenty of time to get to school. Today..not so much. I was supposed to do laundry yesterday, but, I fell asleep here at my desk. That was weird. My head just went down on the fake laminate and I dozed for hours. Then, after school, a March windstorm blew something up South of town. We watched our fire trucks and ambulances race there and 20 minutes later, fire trucks and official vehicles from neighboring towns joined in. I still don't know what it was, but, the entire town lost power. What ever it was, it must have been bad. The damn wind was so bad, I watched it blow a huge group of geese off course. There must have been thousands of them. I felt bad for the poor things, flying in that horrible wind. I have always hated the wind. Which means, I hate March in Iowa. Or Iowa in March. What ever. That wind is just mean.

This house was left with half power after the storm. That's so stressful. I flipped all the breakers and still couldn't get power in the North back side.  That's where the tv is, the main lights, the alarm clock and more. I don't have many outlets that work anyway, so it was bad. Lissa was so tired yesterday, she fell asleep at 6 pm. At least she managed to have some supper and get her jammies on, but, she didn't have time for her bath or her shampoo. I just let her sleep, I felt so sorry for her. And I figured that damn dog next door wakes me up every day at 4 am, so, I wouldn't worry about an alarm. I never sleep anyway, except that odd incident yesterday. Well, I did sleep. And for the first time in five years, the dog didn't wake me up. He did wake me at 7:30. It figures, doesn't it? The one time that worthless dog would be good for something, he wasn't.

So, we had a rushed morning. It was the first time she's been late since she's been here. Well, she wasn't actually late for school, we made it, but, it was ridiculous. She came stomping down the stairs at my panicked call and asked, 'why wasn't the alarm set?' and I got grouchy, not wanting to admit counting on a fucking neighbor's hound, and said, because the storm blew it out and all you have to do is look at the dark on that side..and then I stopped because it had all come back on.  She looked at me like I'm a dumbass which pissed me off even more, because obviously, I am. Then we both calmed down. We have a rule here that we don't yell at each other. She gets enough of that at home and I can't take noise at all. I shoved some sugar cereal at her and dug some crazy leggings out of the nearly empty pants drawer. I found her a faded Hello Kitty shirt that sort of matched (not really) and socks. Her hair looked like a Kazon. I guess you'd have to be a Trekie to get that, but, trust me, it's bad. No amount of brushing will help the back tangle. She has thick, fine hair, just like me. I jammed a Panda hat on her head, hoping people will think it's 'hat head'. She doesn't even care. When I dropped her off, I told her to pull down her leggings so no one would see that she wore two different socks. They were both white, at least. She laughed and said, other people did that all the time. I said, yeah, and other people talk crap about you (me) when they don't have their shit together. She told me, well, we DON'T have our shit together.

So, THAT's what kind of day it's going to be. Yesterday, half power and both of us falling asleep for unknown reasons and today this shit. I signed her homework without seeing it. So, I'm a neglegent or trusting. I actually have no idea what I signed, so, lets see what bites me in the ass later. This post published when I hit spell check. That's always nice. The blog is fucking me before the coffee is even brewed. Not a good sign. The power being suddenly restored gives me hope. I have no idea if that side of the house is hooked up to a different line which the town fixed or if I have a short somewhere that the kid 'fixed' by stomping down the stairs. I'm just very glad it works. I was worried about having to call someone. I hate that. It means I have to clean the place, which is way worse than the bill right now. The bill, I could pay in payments, the house is just fucked. It looks like the third day of Woodstock.

I'm staring at three loads of laundry sitting by the desk here. It's mostly kid clothes and it's heavy. This morning I had a hard time lifting my Winter coat to put it on. Seriously. That is ridiculous, but, true. I wonder if I could ask her mother to help? No. That's not a good idea. She'd say yes and take the laundry, but, I'd never see it again. Finding school clothes is difficult enough without having the dirty ones disappear forever. Maybe after I have some coffee and my meds, I'll feel better. It's just 'one of those days'. You've had that, right? Hoar frost and hump day. At least I didn't drive her to school in my nightgown, because I fell asleep in my clothes. Shit. This is all sooooo Guntown. I'm having a Guntown day. Maybe I should seriously think about getting a 'Guntowner' tattoo, like everyone else around here. I probably couldn't afford it. Unless I go to prison. There's a happy thought.

Kazon. Oh, just put a Panda hat on, dude, no one will notice.