Pissing In My Cheerios

Why must everyone piss in my cheerios? This week has sucked! I tried to do something good for someone else. And someone found a way to piss in my cheerios. I was planning a productive yet mellow day, someone pissed in my cheerios. I try to do something constructive, piss in my cheerios! Why! I just want to quote Mallrats and scream When Lord! When The Hell Do I Get To See The Goddamn Sailboat!



So let's start off on Monday. To do that I must give you a little background. My best friend Tim died when I was 21 years old. He died of cancer or luekemia, I'm not sure. You see, he had had the disease before I met him and was in remission for our entire friendship. So I never saw him as sick. W would talk about it briefly when he would get back from one of his doctor appointments, but I really didn't want to know or see him as sick and he didn't want me to see him as sick and treat him different. So we just let sleeping dogs lie. He comes back from one appoinment and tells me everything is good, but the doctor bitched at him to gain more weight again. A week later his mom shows at my door (a woman who I had met, but she had never been to my house, nor did I think she knew where it was) and told me that he had died in his sleep. At his funeral, when I walked in, everyone came up to me and told me that I meant the world to Tim. I was the most important thing in his life. How much he loved me. Now I had known that he had a crush on me, but never thought he loved me as much or as deeply as it turned out he did. Knowing all that made my loss even worse. It devasted me. I wanted to die it hurt so bad. So to cope, I stayed as fucked up as I could for as long as I could. And when I finally healed enough to live again, I swore I would do whatever I could to never feel that way again.
Then a few weeks ago i had a flashback of that pain. I was told that one of my mom's babysitting kids (who also happens to be one of my biggest supporters at the library, comes to all my movies and events) had cancer. He was in the hospital because they had found a malignant tumor between his lungs and his ribs. They removed 2 of his ribs and now is doing chemo. being told that brought the old pain to the surface. I knew instantly that I must do something. Anything. I was not going to sit in the dark this time. So I immediately contacted his family to see if I could hold some benefit movie nights for him. They said yes and had him make me a list of movies he would like me to show. Now I must say at this point that I did not expect him to come to all of the movies. It was just something nice I wanted to do to help them out. So Monday I got it all planned, made flyers, posted advertising, put it on Myspace and Facebook, as well as sent out a mass email to everyone on my library mailing list. I felt great.
On Tuesday I got an email back from someone (someone not on my mailing list or someone I even know) who basically came off very snide and rude, telling me that one of the nights wasn't going to pick because the boy was in Boy Scouts and the Boy Scouts had a lock-in that night. Neither him now any of his friends could make it. I felt really shitty after reading that. I felt like someone was telling me that I had no right to put a benefit together and no one would come to my benefit.
Wednesday I spent asleep. I just couldn't take anymore negative attitudes or just a plain old bad day.
Thursday was spent dealing with one of my children being a total pain in the ass and making me feel like a shook up popcan. Then hauling said kid, with her sister who was in a whiney mood to Dodge to meet Joe. The plain was to price lawnmowers. Instead we ended up fighting (well mostly me being bitchy to him) and separating for the night.
Friday i had planned a mellow, yet productive day. I had the 4 yr. old class walking to the library at 9:15am and 1:15pm. Also Denise had a dr. appt. so I was working from 9am to noonish until she got there and Rain had to ride the bus to the library. The morning went as planned and Rain was being really good. When I got off at noon, Rain and I were going to go to the postoffice and then go home for lunch before going back to the library at 1pm. We went to the postoffice and while I was inside Rain picked a huge bouquet of dandelions. She wanted to go give them to my mom. So we go to my parent's house. When we got there my mom asked why I wasn't at the school. I asked why I should be at the school. She tells me that it's track and field day at 12:30pm and Maggie had no one there to watch her. This was the first I had heard of track and field day. I sent Maggie to school in a dress and jelly shoes for pete's sake! So I ran home, got her socks and tennis shoes and raced to the school. It started to spirnkle for a few minutes and by the time they started, I only got to see Maggie run in one race before I had to leave for the library. Rain was really good while I had the 4 yr. olds there and then we sat at the library so I could get a few other things done. When we left at 3 pm I decided that we would go pick Maggie up from school. When I get there the school is empty. Come to find out, track and field day only lasted until 2pm and then the kids could leave with their parents. My kid had sat at school for an extra hour because I didn't know! How shitty of a mom does that make me look like! So i went home and when Joe got home I went to bed.
That brings us to today. Maggie had a soccer game and Joe had to help coach so Rain had to go to work at the library with me. She was really good. She was even good while I had bookclub after work. So Joe and I decided to spend the day with a kid each. Him and Maggie did yard work. They busted ass and the yard looks great! Rain and I went to run some errands in Dodge. She was fabulous and we had a great day! When we got home we helped Joe and Maggie finish up the yard work. Joe went to run the mulch to the yard waste dump in town and I decided to pain our front deck. it's red. I hate red! So we had a bunch of wall paint and I decided to cover the red. I didn't care that it was wall paint. Anything looked better than what we had! But he got irritated with me and now he's being a dick. He made the kids come inside and that made them pissy. Now everyone in my house is grumpy. I don't want to be grumpy! For the first time all week I was having a great day.
So that is the moral of this post. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you deserved it, when things are going good for you, someone, somewhere will come along and piss in your cheerios.