Wednesday evening was pretty nice. Both kids were home. For an hour I had a house full of young men playing Apples to Apples before they all headed out with Theresa to see a midnight showing of the new Indiana Jones movie. I went to bed quite happy.
At 3:30 a.m. I was woken up by my son who was in a panic. He was leaving Thursday afternoon on a cruise and couldn’t find his passport. I looked through boxes and files, helping him search. Finally by 4 a.m. I had looked in every possible place. I told him I needed to get some sleep. He was angry with me for abandoning him but I needed to be somewhat coherent in the morning to help him try to figure out a solution.
I tossed & turned, hearing him toss things around and an hour later, Frank’s alarm went off. I finally drifted off to sleep sometime after 5. When I dragged myself out of bed at 8, I sat at the computer to see what was the fastest you could get a passport. It seems if you want to pay $350+, you can get one in 24 hours but that wouldn’t help him get on the ship in 5 hours.
I was trying to figure out what time I should wake Steve up so we could figure out what to do when I decided to call Frank at work. “Was Stephen still up when you got up this morning.”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know what we’re going to do.” I secretly planned to run away from home because I knew there would be no living with Steve if he missed out on that cruise.
“He found his passport.”
When the boy got up a few hours later, I said he could have at least left me a note so I knew he found it and where the heck did he find it, anyway? We looked through everything. Well almost everything. There was one box I didn’t look it. It had shoes in it. About 583 pairs of shoes. Apparently there was a bag in there with the shoes which had his passport. Yeah, sure seems like a logical place for a passport to me. And why should he leave me a note when I went off to bed, carefree?
He went off and all was well with my world. Until about 5 p.m. when it was darling daughter’s turn to panic. It seems she got a computer virus and her computer wouldn’t boot up. She has photos on there. TONS of photos; things that cannot be replaced. Do no ask me how many hours I’ve spent retrieving her files. I’m not even going to attempt to fix the computer until I know I have safely saved all her important stuff.
And that’s how my Thursday night ended.
Today, on the other hand, was a good day – hanging out with friends, playing games, eating…
Hey, Monk, my computer genius buddy. Now that you’ve solved Theresa’s computer problem and Steve’s passport problem…do you have any idea why I cannot have Adobe Reader 8 on my computer without causing multiple problems, and what I should do about it?
Seriously, I’m about ready to haul Toshi over to the Geek Squad, which will cost thousands of dollars I don’t have. I’m thinking of taking some online courses, but I have to make sure I have everything I need, and this Adobe Reader thing is driving me nuts. Do you know anything about it? Grrr…I’ve installed and uninstalled so many times I’ve lost count. Plus, it’s really hard to read many local restaurants’ menus without Adobe Reader…which is far more important than the online courses…BWAHAHAHA