A Seesaw of a Day

My day started in the sweetest possible way. Megan Ketch came over for breakfast and brought her darling son Leon. Megan was Carter’s Nanny when Carter was just a little older than Leon. Megan started the summer before her Freshman year at UNC and stayed with us for as long as she was in Chapel Hill. Carter was Megan’s first baby, so it was so wonderful to see her finally with her own baby. Megan said her car drove itself here as she practically lived with us for years.

Leon, not quite two, is a joy. He could not have been more curious, and tender hearted, but also brilliant as he picked up a coaster that had the number four on it and he said, “four.” I should not be surprised as Megan is the best teacher and sweetest Mama.

We laughed all about her years with us and how sad I was when she moved to NYC, which is where she was meant to be. It was the best way to start the day.

No sooner had Megan and Leon pulled out of the driveway, honking joyous beeps of good bye, when my dishwasher repairman pulled in. We have been waiting almost four weeks for the part, the same one replaced last year, to come in. This repairman we seemed unsure of himself as water sprayed all over the kitchen. I turned the water off for him, which he should have done first.

Three hours later he announced that there were other things wrong with the dishwasher. After my interrogation of him it was clear he had first not diagnosed the whole problem and second had broken some other things while trying to fix the original problem. I didn’t even have to get out the rubber hose for him to come clean and admit his mistakes.

To make a long story short, or a boring one go away, I got my money back for the deposit on the parts and labor after talking to the supervisor, and I bought a new dishwasher. I also called my friendly plumber who came right over to fix what the idiot had broken under the sink.

At least another two weeks of Russ washing the dishes. It wasn’t just the fact that this guy screwed everything up it was also that I missed a birthday celebration for my friend Michelle. The lost time makes me more mad than anything else.

It was certainly a day of two ends of the happiness spectrum. Hopefully tomorrow will be more even keel.