The day off that wasn't...

Despite the fact that this is "short" week, thanks to the Memorial Day holiday; I decided to take yesterday off.  Why?  Good question.

We finally found a car for Man-Child (we won't speak of the fact that I've been after Hubby to make this a priority since...I don't know....MARCH!) and we needed to get the plates and tags for the car so we could bring it home.  So I decided that I would take the day off to stand in line at the DMV's plate agency.  The one of TWO that serves this area.  Don't get me started...

But before I could even go stand in line, I had to wait for my husband to obtain the temporary, proof of insurance for this car (of which, I reminded him to do on Wednesday AND Thursday!  Obviously, he forgot) and arrive on this side of town - which wouldn't happen until about 10:30 am.

To kill time, I cleaned house.  Almost top to bottom...no judging.  But I did clean the refrigerator of all the science experiments - so I get extra points for that.

Once he called to tell me he was headed my way, I hopped in the car and headed to the agreed upon rendezvous.  The timing was excellent.  He handed me the papers and counseled me to be patient.  We decided that if, miracle of miracles, I happened to make it out alive, unarrested, and early enough that we would have lunch.  I wasn't holding out hope.  About any of it.

Upon arrival, at the dank, seedy place that houses the DMV's, outsourced plate agency, I discovered that the line was out the door.  Of course.  Once I made it inside the door, I discovered there were two lines.  It took me a minute - and some discussion with my fellow line standers - to realize which line I needed to be in.  I was elated to discover it was the shorter of the two.  Fifteen minutes later, I realized that while this line was shorter it was also the slower.  *sigh*

After forty-five minutes of standing in line, it was my turn.  I confidently handed over the paperwork that my husband had so thoughtfully filled out beforehand.  And was promptly informed that unless I had a power of attorney to sign for my husband I was out of luck, since he had neglected to add my name to the title.  And, of course, I didn't.

Needless to say, I wasn't happy.  The whole reason I took the day off in the first place turned out to be a major waste of time.

So, of course, I called my husband to rant (because somehow he should have known this would happen) and to meet for lunch.

As I was driving to lunch, I received a call from "someone" who was looking for another place on his/her route.  *sigh*  This person needs to figure out his/her various routes quickly.  I'm getting rather tired of being stressed out and tense every day that they go to work.  AND being asked to be a human GPS.  Luckily, this time he/she was able to figure it out on their own - which tells me that soon, very soon, I won't have to worry so much.

Luckily, after eating lunch, I felt much, much calmer.  Funny how that works.

At any rate, Hubby ended up having to go to the DMV anyway (and ended up in the wrong line; which - sue me - made me laugh) and I came home to clean Man-Child's room.

When MC came home from college he just DUMPED all his stuff in the middle of his bedroom and has been living around it.  I couldn't take it anymore.  Had we still been in our old house maybe I could have held out; seeing as his room was on the other side of the house.  But seeing as that now I have to see the mess EVERY SINGLE TIME I walk into my bedroom...?!  I just couldn't take it.

I have informed him that the pristine condition in which he found his room this evening is the condition I expect it to be on a daily basis.  We will see how that goes.

So now, as I sit here reflecting upon the events of my "day off," I've discovered something...

Days off are supposed to be relaxing.  Most of mine are anything but.  I need to work on that.