FAIL

Yup. That about sums today up. Is it too late to add yesterday to that as well?

The chair. Fail, again. I was thisclose to having it done. I decided to sew my favorite tapestry print to a rich plum for the cushion. (The tapestry is the same fabric in the photo, just a different cut) The sizes didn't quite match up right, but I thought "I can make it work." As I laid the fabric over the batting, I knelt on the seat. SNAP! The MDF broke loose from the bottom! Awww...snap!

Not feeling immediate failure, I quickly warmed up the puter and googled to find an answer. Nothing. Nothing matches the style of chair. Nothing matches the 'center hole' that has caused me such trauma. Since the original seat was batting over webbing, I headed to Joann's. Nothing like someone at a craft store telling you to HIRE SOMEONE! Argh! I bought the webbing anyway.

Arriving home, I started on the webbing. Quite ticked now since my day was mostly gone and all I had done was work on The Stupid Chair. (I have re-named it to a more formal-and accurate-name) The webbing was a bit of a joke in itself. Too wide, I folded one part over. Now there's a lumpy spot. I'll probably just pad it a bit more (or less) in that spot.

The day was now gone. Fail.

Today started great! I awoke before anyone else and started getting to my laundry as well as re-organizing my bathroom. *I may have neglected to mention, I quit my job Friday. I am returning to my old job...on night shift. And in the transition, I am picking up a few extra shifts before I officially start.* Then. It happened. Like it does every 6-9 weeks. My sink was clogged. So under the sink I go. I remove the piviot rod. Crap! Now I can't get the stopper out! I slide it back in only enough to remove the stopper. Flashlight? Check. Straightened hanger? Check. No hair! ARGH! Back under the sink. I loosed the P-trap and remove it. Oh...there it is! Well not all of it. I had to remove the main drain pipe. Another clump. Dang...Imma need some Rogain!! All cleared, I reassemble the P-trap and drain pipes...well, after several attempts. 

Happy with my 'job well done', I start cleaning the counter. A good 15 minutes later, my daughter says "You know that's leaking, right?". What?!? No! I did not know that! Back under the sink. I disassemble and re-assemble the pipes again. Ta-Da! Onward. Only this time I tested it first. DANGIT! STILL LEAKING! I promptly initiated 'pissed woman tantrum', throwing everything I had pulled out from under the sink and organized on the floor back under the sink. Screaming the whole time, of course. I decided it was important to take it out on my daughter (who was the one who pointed out the leak, after all). My son came in to her defense. Nevermind. I'm done.

Thirty minutes and 3,000 tears later, my daughter and I forged on in my bathroom. We completely re-organized the cabinet under that sink, my three 'main' drawers and the counter top. Now supply shopping was in order.

Off to the store on Super Bowl Sunday. Yippee! Almost no one on the roads. Nearly empty stores. Shopping went quicker than average but still slower than I would have liked. It was 7:00 pm before we got home. 

I still have 16 pants to iron and 14 shirts. A shower. Drying my hair. Cleaning off my bed. Organizing my scrap stuff. And I'm spent. Fail.