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  • Don’t You Hate It When…

    October 13, 2006

    Your spouse is out of town and you’ve had the kid all day and after you’ve read about 107 books of awkward rhyming syntax, you fiiiiiiinally get him to bed so you go take a nice bubble bath with visions of HGTV dancing in your head and then you put on your favorite ratty tee-shirt and jump into bed as excited as can be to have the !kiss*REMOTE*kiss! all to yourself and then as you are fluffing the pillows the remote falls to the floor and slides clear under the nightstand and because you are basically lazy, you try to just lean out of bed and snag the remote off the floor but as you do you lose your balance and with your flailing leg you knock over the lamp on the nightstand which falls to the floor and breaks the light bulb and so there you are in the dark on your belly amid the shards of a busted light bulb groping around for the remote and you feel something fuzzy and so you involuntarily scream and as you do, you bash your head on the underside of the nightstand and then you realize it was just a harmless dust bunny, so you keep groping until you find the wayward remote and as you are working to stand upright, you are slightly amused at all the wasted groping, and as you are rubbing the emerging bump on the back of your head with one hand, the other hand, the one that is holding the remote? That hand you bump on the bed post as you turn to get back in bed which sends it flying into the bathroom onto the tile floor where it busts open and all the batteries fall out and so then you say screw it and go to bed in the dark.

    Don’t you just hate when that happens? Yeah. Me too.

    23 Comments »

    1. Shannon @ Rocks in my Dryer says:

      Yep. Hate it.

      October 13th, 2006 at 8:04 am

    2. veronica says:

      Uh-huh. But you left out the part I never elude – the bloody shards of glass in the foot.

      October 13th, 2006 at 8:14 am

    3. meritt says:

      Oh man… at least twice a week. You’d think I’d learn. 😉

      October 13th, 2006 at 8:21 am

    4. Susan J. says:

      Thanks for the chuckle this morning. I can totally see that happening to me. I just wish I could write a sentence like that. Very impressive.

      October 13th, 2006 at 8:21 am

    5. Damselfly says:

      Too real! Extra points if this happens in the wee hours of the morning.

      October 13th, 2006 at 8:27 am

    6. Everyday Mommy says:

      Wait…catching…my breath. Was that a run-on sentence?

      October 13th, 2006 at 8:57 am

    7. Shalee says:

      I think you should send spouse out of town with Sean next time… That would take care of all the rhyming syntax for a bit.

      October 13th, 2006 at 9:01 am

    8. Lisa says:

      “I hate it when that happens!!”
      –Arthur, circa 1981

      October 13th, 2006 at 9:01 am

    9. Aunt Murry says:

      And I thought stuff like that only happened to me. Well with the exception of the kid part…

      October 13th, 2006 at 11:20 am

    10. Leslie says:

      Oh golly, that’s funny!

      October 13th, 2006 at 11:27 am

    11. Sarah says:

      Could you and I enroll in charm school (including ‘grace’ lessons) and get a discount?

      October 13th, 2006 at 12:25 pm

    12. GiBee says:

      Now see … when stuff like this happens to me (and it does quite frequently, I might add) … it usually results in severe injury. On MY part. Never anything as simple as a broken lightbulb. Oh no. More like a broken ankle. Or a torn muscle. Or ripped skin and blood spurting everywhere.

      There’s a reason my husband calls me Calamity Jane!

      October 13th, 2006 at 12:49 pm

    13. owlhaven says:

      OK, that was so well written that I didn’t even realize it was only two sentences til I read the comments.

      Very funny.

      Mary, mom to many

      October 13th, 2006 at 1:29 pm

    14. Robin P says:

      Total run on sentences….lol.
      We’ve all had a day like that……some more than others!
      I hope things got better for you!
      Happy Friday the 13th!

      October 13th, 2006 at 3:19 pm

    15. Laurel Wreath says:

      Oh my I was laughing I’m sorry, because THAT WAS SOOO ME!!!

      October 13th, 2006 at 3:23 pm

    16. Anne/kq says:

      Hey, at least your kid goes to sleep in a bed other than yours, and before 2 a.m. That’s more than I can say for my eldest child.

      October 13th, 2006 at 4:54 pm

    17. kacey says:

      You are so cute, but such a klutz!

      October 13th, 2006 at 7:16 pm

    18. Traci says:

      The only thing that makes it even “better” is when all the flailing, falling, groping, screaming, bumping and shattering wakes up the kid, who then has to crawl into bed with you (even though you are the one who scared him out of his own bed) and proceed to very fitfully sleep perpendicularly.

      October 13th, 2006 at 8:09 pm

    19. melissa says:

      that sounded so familiar. i do that all the time but not to that degree. usually i just fall off the bed reaching for the remote then reach out to grab the nightstand then knock over my glass of water. now that happens all the time. at least once a week. dang slippery remote.

      October 14th, 2006 at 12:41 am

    20. Jen says:

      I’m waiting to purchase your Misadventure Memoirs. Too funny!

      October 14th, 2006 at 7:09 pm

    21. Kai says:

      Ah yes, I am familiar with this paradox. In my house it’s the curse of coffee making. Clean counter. Fill pot with water. Spill water on counter. Wipe counter. Put coffee in cofee maker. Spill coffee grounds on counter. Clean Counter. Wait for coffee to percolate. Spill coffee on counter while pouring into mug. Clean counter.

      I feel your pain.

      October 14th, 2006 at 8:05 pm

    22. Jen says:

      After all of this…my kids would wake up and I would have to push rewind and start all over….good post..made me laugh

      October 15th, 2006 at 4:05 pm

    23. Carola says:

      That was so funny!!!

      October 24th, 2006 at 12:23 pm

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