Even though I would have snuggled in bed with my man all tangled up; we ventured up and acted like grownups.
Joe to his morning routine before work; (interrupted by yet another day of teenagers who refuse to get up on time and are hogging the bathroom) grrr. and me to the Bunn to brew a pot of coffee for his thermos. After grumbling about the late hour and the fact that we are too tired to get up lately; I remembered the promise of the day and turned on turbo speed to make my baby's lunch and breakfast. Of course the entire time was met with random hollering from me upstairs to rouse the children.
Are we bad parents for insisting they set their alarms and get up on their own and be done in the downstairs bathroom by 6:30?? I sure feel like we are. We are often met with eye rolling, arguing, sass, and other crazy antics for wanting this courtesy. Most of all; non-compliance of the rule.
Anyway, after kissing my man and watching his van pull out the driveway with one last blown kiss; I turned to the house and met it's stare head on. 7:15 a.m. and I needed to be ready to head out the door by 8 and get those darn kids out the door as the older 3 are now late! We literally live 5 houses from the highschool and they are late most days. The youngest is the best for morning routine. She is mostly helpful and cooperative and willing to please. She doesn't hog the bathroom and remembers most all her books. While still hollering (half-heartedly that is) at the 3 older monsters; I started to get the house in order. Dishwasher emptied and dishes put away, breakfast and lunch making dishes rinsed and placed in washer, laundry, folded, switched, and a new load started, counters washed, bed made, trash out, chicken chum started, and finally a shower. 8:07 all kids are at school and Mom is ready for sweet anticipation.
A quick phone call made to ensure meet up time is still on and a sinking feeling when the receiver is not picked up on the other end. A few mental minutes spent fretting and finally a convincing answer that Julie was in the shower and couldn't get to her phone. A quick e-mail sent on the iphone just in case, a text to hubby that she didn't pick up, and a resolution to sit and load some photos to flickr and wait for the phone to ring. After what seemed like hours but was really only 20 minutes; the phone rang. Julie could meet me at 10:30!! I asked a few questions about my treasures and was reassured by her they were authentic. The questions went as follows, "Are the legs chrome or dowel wood?, they look dark in the photo?, is there a stamp on the bottom that says Herman Miller? are they fiberglass?, are they in good shape?" Answers, "Chrome, yes there is a stamp, yes they are fiberglass, they are in excellent shape and have been stored inside" I was in heaven!! Two Herman Miller Shell chairs in tan for $60! Oh the luck! My truck could not go fast enough on the hour drive to pick up my beloveds. Pulling into the parking lot I saw Julie right away. She got out of her truck and started pulling the chairs out for me to see. Before I stepped foot out of the truck my heart sank to my toes. I had been bamboozled, hornshwaggled, and flat out lied to! I was close to tears but furious. I hopped from my truck and as soon as my patent leather orange boots hit the pavement I was ready to fight! First out of my mouth was, "those really aren't fiberglass, they are plastic, they have stretching and fading on the seat and the arms are flimsy and bend." (I flipped one over) and exclaimed,"there is no stamp on these; they are a cheap knockoff!" "the legs are painted copper, not chrome." I pointed to my truck and said, "this is chrome" "Herman Miller legs are adhered to the fiberglass base, not inserted into a plastic piece." "these clearly are not Herman Miller chairs but a knockoff and unless you intend to misrepresent yourself and his company; I suggest you change your ad and alert other buyers." I thanked her anyway, got into my truck and drove off while flicking hot angry tears from my cheek. What a bust! An hour drive one way in my diesel pickup with gas prices at $3.00 a gallon to be lied to! All the visions I had of my two chairs in my soon to be renovated livingroom went out the door and splashed in a slushy puddle in the Staples parking lot.
So now I am home. Disappointed and angry. Trying to rouse myself from my angry mood and go do some crafting for Style School. I think 6 little clipboards and a necklace will help me out some.
I have less than 10 minutes before the three oldest arrive home and have a headache to boot. Ibuprofen has not kicked in yet. Hopefully the remainder of the day can redeem my morning.
Still dreaming of a Herman Miller Shell rocker. *sigh*
Stace
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