The hilarious thing about all of this is that up until the end of the whole business, I was in a pretty good mood.
Mom's birthday was last week and she had some testing that she needed a ride for, so Sunday afternoon, I caught Metra out to her. A band that she really enjoys was playing nearby, so she'd got tickets. We grabbed dinner and went to the show.
Now, I've come to realize that I don't actually enjoy concerts? I like
having gone to a concert and enjoying a piece of art like that, but the actual time from the first notes until I can leave is... complex. Anyway, the show was fine and mom seemed to have a lovely time! That was the important bit.
Well. When I walked outside, it was pretty clear that there was a fire happening somewhere. Like a big, 3-5 alarm thing going on. We later found out it was a junkyard fire which. Woof. Anyway, I start coughing instantly as ~allergic to smoke~ and it takes mom a bit longer to start having a reaction. She's allergic to leaves and some other something. Anyway, the plan was for us to drive up to the location where her testing was going to happen so that we could get a good night sleep and not have to get up at ass-o'clock to get her to the testing site. It's ~an hour away, and there's not really a direct highway route, so
no matter what you have to take the back roads.
( Mom tantrum grumbling. )Honestly, I think she was just really nervous about the testing and the allergy stuff set her off harder. Which, look. I spent my entire childhood and early adulthood being reamed out constantly for a.) not being able to read people's minds b.) not being prepared for every possibility of a situation and c.) being left to manage my own illnesses and sickness in a way that didn't inconvenience other people. I'm not real impressed with mom at the moment.
Anyway, we get up well ahead of when we need to so we can get dressed and go grab breakfast. I'd planned to drag us to the Panera nearby, which is good and has a nice breakfast, but mom got nervous and so we paid entirely too much for the hotel breakfast that was fine but was not great. Still, we went to the testing, which was supposed to end ~11. Mom finally got out at 12:30, so our plans to grab lunch got interrupted because there was a 1:05 train home.
Well, there was supposed to be. Apparently, someone got hit by a train and no one noticed until the train was about to roll out? I hope the guy is ok. But, the train got delayed an hour and then I got word from my boss that I hadn't done timesheets and that they were due. Which I thought they were due on Wednesday. Anyway, I couldn't log in because 2FA and my phone is from 2016 and overheating, so I had to race home (not leisurely wander) to get everything done by 4. THEN I went and did a few weeks worth of laundry and all my bedding as I'd originally planned to get home around 3, then wash everything and have an early night.
Man, five loads of laundry and folding/replacing the duvet cover was a lot more ambitious than I had planned.
I eventually fell into bed and am overall grumpy that doing a good deed involved a whole lot of emotional work on my part.
And I still have to make pie and some other dishes for Thursday. God bless the dump and bake ones though.
Update: And now my phone is more actively in the process of dying? Fingers crossed the replacement a.) makes it on time and b.) is compatible. Sigh.
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