Soooo, I'm an idiot. I claim it, I own it. It is what it is. Let's start at the beginning of the day and work our way through, shall we? I'll try to be brief.
As one of the room moms for the boy's class, I have been asked to plan their Christmas party. Why not? Uh, I can think of a thousand reasons, but I agreed to do it. Seeing that it is a "Christmas Around the World" theme, one of the ideas was to make them each a file folder "suitcase" to put their crafts in for storage. I had worked on these blasted suitcases, copying and cutting and gluing and labeling. All that was left was the laminating...which I have done a gajillion times. Unfortunately for me, the previous user did not know that the special "clip" was necessary for the proper function of the machine. I assumed, and we all know what that does, that the clip...well let me show you this important clip:
It is just one of those office supply binder clips, the big kind, that holds the end of the laminating down to keep disasters from happening. So simple, so easy. Did I check to see if it had been put back? I brought you this far, we all know the answer. Here is what happened:
Instead of my precious little file folder suitcases flowing gently and happily to the floor, they wound tightly around a roller, curling and wrinkling into molten green paper sausages. We stopped the machine and tried to reverse it. We turned it off to cool it down. Epic. Fail. Once the sad little suitcases were peeled off the machine, I had an internal temper tantrum, took the carnage and went home. My knight in shining armor and I then spent an hour, at least,cutting them apart and he did his best to iron them flat. They are currently sandwiched between two pieces of wood, weighed down by a five gallon bucket of drywall mud that could give most people a hernia when lifting it. Fa la la la laaaaaa.
My oldest was studying tonight for midterms. Her brain had hit its limit and immediately turned loopy. While she was locating another study guide, I was telling the hub that someone referred to him as a "mensch". This turned into a discussion on Yiddish and telling S of the Jewish parts of our family. In the course of the conversation, we discussed the hub's cousin's vanity plate, "SCHMUCK"...yeah, real proud of that one. We also discovered that S would never be great with Yiddish. It took us five minutes to get her to say the word correctly. At one point, the hub and I looked at each other and realized that, instead of reviewing integers and literary terms, we were teaching her the correct pronunciation of Yiddish insult words. Dur.
I need to go to bed and start over tomorrow. Thank God we're given that gift.
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