The day did improve. The Brownies all had a great time riding, including my girl, who got to brush, help tack, and ride a horse without being led. She was pretty tired before her turn to ride even came up, but she really did a fantastic job. I could not be prouder. As she said after she dismounted, “Tonight, I’m going to dream about horses.”
Get to bed very late. Sadly, this was after midnight, so it does count as part of today.
Be awakened at 5:45am by my daughter, who climbs into bed and takes my spot. I stumble down the hall to feed the cat and get some cereal together for my child. The light in the den is burned out. I find a fluorescent bulb (we’re trying to go green) but have trouble getting it out of the packaging. As my sleep-clumsy fingers open the blister pack too forcefully, the bulb crashes to the ground, shattering. I get the broom and reflect that it is not yet 6am and I am already doing housework.
Stop by my bank and attempt to send money to a vendor. The bank says it has to be a wire transfer. I point out that I’m not doing it for the recipient to pick up, but putting it into their account. They say that’s different, then, and I am sent to the front counter. After a long wait, I am told that no, it does have to be a wire transfer. Which they don’t do on weekends. And which costs $30.
Yeah, no.
I try Western Union. They don’t go direct to accounts. I realize I have to suck it up and do what I should have done in the first place: dig out my password to my online banking and do it that way. That, however, is tabled when my co-leader calls me to say that although we are in the midst of a drought and I thought it exceptionally unlikely we’d get rain anytime soon, it is drizzling where she is. She is 5 minutes from the horse stable where we’re going to be this afternoon. I put in a call to the stable to see what they do in case of rain. I have yet to hear back.
It’s not even noon, and already this day BLOWS.
Nowhere to go but up, right?