The first day home went something like this:
6:00 am: Write post about how glorious vacation went and how happy I am to be home with my children. Happy warm feelings.
9:00 am: Turn back on my computer and receive blue screen of death. Not happy warm feelings.
9:01 am: Begin hyperventilating because I hadn’t yet backed up my computer from the last month of work. That includes writing two chapters of my book in Mexico.
9:03 am: Call husband in tears and he assures me that it will be ok. I curse at him and tell him to stop trying to solve my problems.
9:04 am: Call back husband and ask him to please solve my problem.
9:05 am: Kids ask for breakfast because they are oblivious to my pain and just want eggs and sausage. I burn the eggs just out of spite.
9:10 – 5 pm: Must pretend to be a focused mother parenting her children while googling “blue screen of death remedies” every five minutes.
5:01 pm: Call husband and ask him when he is coming home.
5:05 pm: Call husband again to make sure he doesn’t have any car trouble or reasons he will be late.
5:15 pm: Kiss the children and run out the door when my husband’s car pulls in. Leave raw meat on the counter for dinner.
5:25 pm: Run into Best Buy like a raving lunatic to see Geek Squad, only for them to tell me that my motherboard is trashed and I’ll need a new computer. However, he’s confident that data is not lost. However, it will cost $175 to put it all on external hard drive.
5:45 pm: Good friend messages me to tell me that she can help and is able to get the data off my computer. $175 saved, yet I realize I’m still in my pajamas and potentially have not brushed my teeth once during the day.
8:00 pm: Put kids to bed, and wonder what the hell I should do now without a computer. Very strange eerie feeling. Don’t like it.
8:05 pm: Borrow my husband’s computer because it feels like my fingers are going through withdrawals and aching to type.
7:00 am the next morning: New computer ordered.
So through this experience, I’ve learned that fate likes to read blogs and then mock them. Obviously it laughed when I said I was in heaven and decided to shake things up a bit. Ok, ok, fate, you win. I see the irony that the blue screen of death looked exactly like my pictures of the ocean in Mexico.
Well played fate, well played.