I Give This Day A D Minus

What a day.

First of all I checked my bank account at about 10 this morning and realized that I wrote a $900 check on the wrong account. I've been a bit distracted lately (more on that later) and I paid my VISA bill using the account that was down to $200. I was horrified when I realized my balance was -$700. Why didn't they contact me??? I ran out of our office and headed to the credit union to fix everything. They were so polite. They wondered why I was so upset and why I brought cash to deposit. I said "I didn't think you'd accept a check from me after I just wrote a bad one." Jonathan, the bank teller, calmly said, "Oh this happens all the time -- you wouldn't believe what people do. You have 30 days to get it worked out and we'll even let you make payments." Huh? No wonder the banking industry is in trouble.


As you may remember, we sold our house last week so the parade of paperwork has begun. The real estate supply chain is in high gear. This morning the appraiser was here and this afternoon the home inspector did his thing. But as usual, nothing at Chez Woods is typical. Oh no. As the inspector is checking the laundry room, he notices a drip, drip, drip coming from the ceiling. He immediately calls our realtor and then as he ventures into the attic, he discovers the drip is from the a/c condensation pipe (or something like that.) By the time Lynn gets home the drip has turned into a full-fledged leak and we have to put a bucket under it. The perspective buyers are here witnessing the demise of their new home. We have a repairman coming in the morning but we're afraid the buyers will want to cancel the deal. Would this happen to anyone else?

Onto Curriculum Night at Leah's school. It is the second week of 2nd grade and I was looking forward to hearing her teacher's plans for the year. She seems like a great teacher but all I did the entire time was slink lower and lower into the chair as I realized I have been a negligent mom. Her poster was due today ("What poster", I asked?) Her summer vacation paper was on the wall but it was blank and her "Who I Am" paper was blank as well. Where have I been? God, I felt like the worst mom. Kara's mom was asking question after question about forms and calendars and spelling tests. She took copious notes while I flipped through the handouts to figure out what the heck she was referring to. I hate Kara's mom.