It's raining, it's pouring, I think I'll go eat dirt

Well, I'm not exactly sure that's how it goes, but that's what I feel like today. I'm thinking of spending my whole day on this computer, and not doing a darn thing in this workspace I call my house. But then, I'd feel really bad at the end of the day for being a leech.
Yesterday was very very hectic for me. My morning started out late, I had 5 things places to go, and only a limited amount of time to go there. Plus, I started out frantic because I couldn't find a simple check stub that dhs needed from me. I dumped out the contents of 2 desk drawers, one filing box, my over burdened purse, and my van. I could not find it anywhere. I have kept every single check stub hubby has ever earned, yet I could not find this specific one anywhere. I found last year's July stub. I found the one from 3 years ago. I could not find the one from one month ago. So, I took dhs the ones I did have, and explained I was having a panic attack about it. The secretary (excuse me- front desk assistant) that took them from me could have cared less. She was not having a panic attack, so it didn't concern her. "Here, miss. Here's your copies. The worker will contact you when she gets a minute. Have a day." :p Growl
So then I was off and running with three knee highs in tow to my other 4 stops before the finale of driving an hour to my mom's house. At mom's we had lunch, and then drove another hour to the local example of US greed and gluttony, also known as the Mega Mall. We went there as a belated birthday gift to my daughter. My dad has decided he wants to get each grand child a Build A Bear for their 5th bday. L turned 5 in June, and this was the first time we could get together to go.
It was so cool. And it is such a racket. These bears are so adorable, and the kids just love them to pieces, but come on. It's a money machine for the founders. As my dad said, "Isn't this a perfect example of 'I wish I'd thought of that first' ?" Um yeah.
So anyway, my little princess made herself a princess bear, and was promptly more excited to go play on the (free) rubber playground right outside the BAB store than to play with her bear. What do you want? She's five. There will be no over flowing, gushing phrases of praise from her. Yeah. It's a bear. It has pretty clothes on. Can she go play now?
So the kids played for a bit, and then we were headed back to mom + dad's again. Once supper had been served - gotta love it. My kids are picky, but as kids they don't expect or get upset if it's not a four course meal. Chicken noodle soup and crackers and popcorn it was for supper- and then an hour drive home again. We got home at 8.45, having left at 9.45 in the morning. No naps for anyone, lots of time in the van, and plenty of chatter from the peanut gallery. Off to bed they went. Thanks God! Phew.
And today, it's raining and thundering. Last night, our DVR machine went out, and lost every single program we've ever recorded, including my kids' newest favorite movie, the Incredibles. So now, we have to start over with kids' shows. It's not really a big deal, since most days they don't watch tv, but wouldn't you know it, on a day like today, where it's dreary and bleary out, and it's a great day to veg, there is nothing saved for them to watch.
Ok. I'm rambling.
I'm off to clean up the evidence of my frantic searching from yesterday, and then I think I'll stumble the rest of the day.
Oh, let me mention one last thing. That blasted check stub?
I was telling J about it last night, with me on my computer, and he on his a mere 8 feet away, and I was telling him how frantic I was and still was a bit miffed. You know what the man did? He turned slightly to his left, moved a pile of papers, and said, "You mean this check stub?" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
You are kidding me right? I can say I've never been more frustrated and absolutely aghast. I tore this place apart, but did not look in that particular pile of papers, because it's all his gaming carp, and why would it be under a pile of game cheats and codes and records? Besides, I didn't want to mess up his organized mess.
But that's where it was.
GROWL.