Typical Thursday

Woke up at 5:20a.m. .... told Walter to hit snooze and slept in later than I should have til 5:30a.m.
Got out of bed (after much convincing), promised myself I'm going to start going to bed earlier for the thousandth time, and went downstairs.
Bathroom break. Teeth brush. Deodorant. Change pajamas.
Grab a Coke from the kitchen, along with my purse, keys, cell, planner, and a book.
Kissed Walter goodbye, and wished him a great day at work.
Got into car, back out of driveway and silently cursed at the clock on my dash.
Drove to work. Arrived 5 minutes late at 5:50a.m.
Knocked on the door of the Broadbent's and Jamie let me in. I said my "good mornings" to Jamie and Kristi and searched around the room for little Jesse. All the while hearing the low down on how Jesse's been feeling.
Jesse's still sick. Thought he would be able to go to school today, but now he's not. Dad's going to stay home today. I stay and help for a bit.
Get back in my car. Stomach growls. I'm thinking McDonald's breakfast. I look at the clock. 6:15a.m. I can get McDonald's and be home before Walter leaves for work.
"One hot cakes and sausage meal and two sausage mcmuffins, with a large orange juice, please"
Six dollars and same change spent.
Eat the surprise breakfast with my soon-t0-be hubby while watching The Nanny Diaries on/off.
It's 7:00a.m. and Walter has to leave. He hugs and kisses me bye a few times, but I still feel that low and painful pang when he leaves. I wonder when that will fade? I demand for three more "forehead kisses" before he leaves like a child. He smiles. Three forehead kisses are planted. An extra hug too.
I'm alone now. With the housewife tragedy... A big ol' empty house, packed with things to do.
I give myself another twenty minutes and watch the movie to a good part.
Pause.
"What to do first? Well obviously I have to facebook and blog, and then I'll start on the dishes. After dishes, it will be easier to clean off the kitchen countertops and such. I'll have to remember to grab the dishes from last night's meal in front of the TV with friends. I hate when I do the dishes and find more lying around! After that I should mop/sweep..."
I decide to call my best girl friend to see how things are going with her today. Wanted to see if she was free to go and pick up my dress.
She's busy too. What's a housewife to do. We make loose plans, and get off the phone.
Smoke break.
Take out Belle. Feed her and give her water. Check on Nooma.
Start piling up laundry to do today. Check my planner.
Call my mom and discuss wedding nonsense for awhile. Hang up. Get a call from the director at the Hilton. The chair covers we wanted are in. Great! Hang up. Get a call from our DJ wanting to meet with us next Saturday to discuss song list and to finish paperwork. We still owe him half a payment. Okay okay. Hang up. Begin to sweep in dining room.
Phone rings. Chat with Walter about bills that are needed to be paid today. 5 bills today, 1 tomorrow. Ameren, American Electronics, Ashley Furniture, Verizon, Express, and DirecTV.
$313.00 spent.
Smoke break.
Bring Belle inside.
Stomach starts to growl again. I think about the diet I'm supposed to be on, but then the stress and the laziness of today set in. I'm craving pizza baaad. Almost two weeks without a pizza sneak up on me (I know this sounds crazy, but bear with me...). I decide to order the pizza. "Walter can eat the leftovers for dinner because I probably won't be here tonight." Good excuse, Jenny! Then I remember how I have to go to my dress fitting tonight at 7. Bad idea. Then I think, "Well, in an hour or two I have to go over to my mom's to clean her house (a way of paying off my $700 debt to her), and if I have to cook then that will give me less time to clean my house. So, I should order the pizza, thus giving more time to clean my own home." Yay! Fat and Lazy Jenny wins again!
I order the pizza. "papajohns.com... no no no. Imo's! imos.com... damn banking site! I forget that every time! imospizza.com... see menu. call Imos (saved in my phone... a true fat-kid tell-all) delivery.large, sausage, green peppers. cash."
"Now, time to get cleaning!"
11:00a.m.
"I have to leave for my mom's at about noon, so maybe I'll just throw a load in before I go and do dishes tonight... I'll have more dishes to do anyways when my pizza gets here, so I should just wait. Let's see... what should I do? I'll collect the dishes around the house and throw in the first load of laundry. Then I'll chill and much on my pizza. Shower, change, and get ready to go."

"I can always houseclean tomorrow".

phone call

So today while I was sitting at home doing a million weddingrama things, our home phone rings.

Now, here is the point where I must give you some backround. Walter and I thought it was smart to have a home phone to save money, and begin giving that phone number out vs our cell phones (because let's face it, sometime being able to be reached at any moment, on any day sucks). Unfortunately, we must have got a phone number that once belonged to a man named... we'll say Steve... and Steve obviously did NOT like to pay his bills... and didn't... for a very long time. So when we're not getting pay-us-now-or-we-will-throw-a-bomb-at-your-house phone calls, our house in consumed with the ringing of machines telling us that if we can't afford our house mortage and that if we're thinking of forclosure that they could help. Great. No thanks. The end, right? Wrong. Three months later, and we still get about 10 of those calls a day. No joke.

Anyways, so my phone rings today, and I look at my caller ID. It is a phone number. Good sign. It doesn't say "SERVICEMESSAGE", "CUSTOMERSERVE", "PRIVATENAME", "TOLLFREECALL", or "CALLERUNKNOWN". Another really good sign. It also doesn't say it's coming from another state. Third good sign, it makes a winner.

So I answer.

"Who is this?!" a man says roughly.

"What?!" I am shocked (and a little stupid I guess)>

"WHO... IS... THIS?!!" the man says lounder and slower (I'm guessing he guessed the latter reason on why I asked).

"Sir, I'm sorry, but YOU'RE not going to call ME and demand who this is." I'm done with the games.

"Well b****, your phone number was on my phone today and I was in mother f***ing class and I know I didn't call it so you don't need to be getting an attitude with me! I was in school!" This man continues to inform me he was in school about 5 times throughout our 5 minute conversation. Making momma and daddy proud, I'm sure.

"Well, (I repeat, being more of a pain) I didn't call you."

"I didn't say you called me! I said someone on my phone called you!"

*silence*

"I have no idea who would have called me from you phone. I've been home today and I haven't had anyone call me on this number today." I'm tempted to hang up now.

"B**** don't you lie! You called me!"

... and now I'm just plain confused.

"Sir, I promise it won't happen again.... because I'm sure I wouldn't associate myself with anyone who would even associate with you. Have a good day in school. Bye."