The Day For Me

It started out lamely.

I woke up at 6 in the morning, rushed to the bathroom, and hopped back into bed, expecting to reawaken between 8:39 and 9:17. I might as well have expected a leprechaun to sing me a lullaby since I did not fall asleep again. Correction: two and a half hours later, I crashed on the edge of Abram's bed that's shaped like a racecar. Slept for about an hour and awoke to find myself a babysitter. Watched some SNL, folded laundry, searched for jobs on the internet, made fun of 80s music videos with Isaac to hide the fact that we were terrified and disturbed by them. The unordinary and unsatisfying usual.

Then it got so very much worse.

A pipe in our backyard burst. This led to much of the basement. I had to try to save all the electronics, boxes of papers, and board games from the office, the instruments in Isaac's room, and the laundry piles in the laundry room. We soon ran out towels and watched as the office filled with an inch of water full of dirt, dead bugs, and ink from fallen markers and printer cartridges. My mom was at a doctor appointment, and my dad was in Texas. Both of them were calling back and forth on the two phones, and everyone was yelling trying to figure it out. After almost two hours, I was able to shower all the nasty water I had slipped in off of me and wait for my ride to band that got me there late. Poor Caitlin was about to collapse.

It ended quite nicely.

Band practice made me so much happier. I felt so good conducting the brass since I am so close to having the whole opener memorized. They got a talking to about their mistakes, but I gave a little pep talk and they responded positively. I was just able to feed off of their energy. Caitlin released us with the "Eyes: With Pride" call, which is just the coolest. All through the night, I snacked on the dinner dear Sabrina had bought for me. I just love band.