Yep - you read that right. It has been a rough day.
It started out innocuous enough. I was even plotting a post in my head. I had finally begun the process of switching closets with Hubby. The look on his face when he realized I was serious was priceless. Wish I had a picture. He and Man-Child are one in the same as they both hate change with a passion - so this seemingly minor blip in our household has caused a lot of trauma already.
So there I was happily moving stuff between the closets and picturing how happy I'd be in my new little kingdom. Then Man-Child came to me and informed me the he broke the computer.
At first, I was sure he was joking. Because surely, surely after the incident just one month ago(!!!!) there couldn't have been another; right?
No. It was serious. He'd dropped the damn thing AGAIN! Well, to be more accurate, he tripped over the cord and it fell to the floor. Where it died immediately upon impact.
I realize that accidents happen - it's almost happened to me on a couple of occasions, so I didn't get too terribly upset. I figured that a quick trip to the computer doctor and all would be well.
After my last experience with a certain computer doctor, I decided to hit Best Buy. Ummmmm, not the best idea on the day after Christmas. The place was packed beyond belief. I stood in line for about 15 minutes - not too bad - I really felt sorry for those that were in the return line - I'm convinced that line was hours long.
Upon reaching the head of the line and explaining my predicament the cute, young kid behind the counter (who is really far to young to be making these kinds of diagnosis) informed me that it was gone. I almost cried.
Then I thought - what the hell does he know? He's just a child!! So I took my beloved in for a second opinion. Alas....the second opinion concurred. I seriously cried. Because really???? How can I survive without my laptop? How can I google stuff? How can I do my banking? What about shopping? What about CONNECTING WITH YOU GUYS????? It was seriously, seriously traumatic.
When I arrived home, Hubby (fabulous man that he is) just told me to go get a new one. Damn the expense (right on top of Christmas, thank you very much). I love that man, he is utterly amazing.
So back to Best Buy I went. Which was when the bad day took a turn for the worse. Apparently, they only had four people working in the computer department. There were approximately 100 people milling around the department looking for help. I finally started a line for help. Yes, I'm nothing if not organized - that and (mainly) I was not about to let someone who just walked in get help before me; after I'd been there for over an hour!
Eventually, two hours later I walked out with a new laptop. It's pretty. It's cool. But I miss my baby. Yes, eventually this laptop and I will have a close relationship; but at the moment - my heart aches for the one that I knew so well.
As for Man-Child, you ask? Yes, he is still alive - just barely. I'm thinking that he may need to contribute to the cost of this new one though; maybe - just maybe - that may rehabilitate him.