One of Those Days

Today is one of those days where everything just goes wrong, and every decision you make seems bad.

About 2 weeks ago, our garage door opener on one side broke, so we've been doing the manual up and down to get in and out with the car. The repair man has been uber booked, so we haven't been able to get it fixed yet.

So, last night, I realized we're in the house at night sleeping with the garage door closed but not locked on one side. So I flipped the lock on the door from the laundry room to the garage, just for peace of mind.

Now is where you're invited into the chaotic life of the McNallys in Progress. This morning, we're zipping around late (of course and as usual) for church, trying to get kids in coats and out the door. Mom in Progress and I both were out the door at the same time, when I hear her behind me say "Oh no, the door is locked isn't it" as it shuts behind us. And it gets better...because we're so smart and organized, we don't carry keys to our house on our key rings. My mother-in-law has one, our nanny has one, but we never had dupes made for ourselves. That's what garage door openers are for, right?

So we're locked out. We called a locksmith on the way to church and arranged for them to meet us after church. Apparently, we have the premium brand deadbolts and locks that are pick proof, so the guy couldn't help us unless we drilled the lock and replaced it, which he estimated would cost over $200. We decided that was ridiculous, so we sent him on his way and decided to drive to the in-laws (an hour trip) to get the key.

The problem is, we were running late for church, so we didn't feed our poor cat, Miss Cally, thinking we'd just do it when we got home from church. But she had some dry food left over from yesterday, and plenty of water, so we figured we would be back in the afternoon to take care of her and she would be okay.

We stopped at the market so the girls could all go to the loo, then got gas, because, in typical fashion, the tank was on empty -- are you sensing the pattern of haphazardness here? And we're on the road. An hour and 10 later, we pull up to Nana's and all hop out, prepared to stay for a nice Sunday dinner. But Mom in Progress and I had to run to Target to pick up some TP, paper towels, napkins, Ziplocs (again, all on empty chez Progress), so we ran out, leaving the girls (a nice break!)

Halfway up the street, we heard an awful noise. One of the wheels (by the way we already need 4 new tires) was grinding and squealing. So we turned around and came back. No garages are open on a Sunday, and my brother-in-law called a buddy who said it's probably just a stone or something lodged in there. So we decided to run to Target anyway to test it. And it wasn't as bad, but here and there it acted up. So, we decided to stay over tonight, just to be safe, because tomorrow's a holiday and we don't have to work. So at Target, we bought some PJs for the girls, toothbrushes, contact lens stuff, etc. etc., plus all the other stuff we needed and guess how much we spent? $200. The price of drilling and replacing the door lock.

And poor Miss Cally is still in the dark house, eating day old dry food. We're awful.

Anyway, the girls are excited to have an unplanned sleepover at Nana and Grampa's house, so it works out. BUT, we have learned our lesson: stop being disorganized! We have to get it together. Life is too short to be running 50Ks just to get to church. And I think, finally, we got the wake-up call.