Rough day

Finals seem to bring out the worst luck. Today things started out all right, except that our heater still wasn't working and it was below freezing out. This would have been fine if we could have all spent the day in bed not moving, but, alas, "necessities" such as "school," "work," "food," "children," and "restroom" hadn't intervened.

That notwithstanding, we managed to get all the kids out and to school on time, with only a minimum fighting from the little boy. Then I get the kids to school and get home to take my shower. Well, the shower might not have been the best idea. Apparently, our apartments have decided that hot water is a luxury item reserved for those who have heat. Anyway one very quick shower later, I'm dressed and ready for school. I get to school, grab some of the trash I need to take out, write a check for parking, grab my computer, reach over to lock the back door, get out of the car, head down the elevator, pay parking, cross the street, get upstairs to the International Law Society office, reach for my ke- My KEYS! I don't have them! Crap! You'll notice nowhere above did I mention I took my keys out of the ignition. That's because I didn't take my keys out. I'm sure there are some of you wondering how I didn't notice my keys were in the car, what with the annoying buzz the car gives off when you do something that stupid. Well, the Ford Escort's buzzer system, like so many others, buzzes whenever you do something stupid, unfortunately, the Ford Escort seems to believe that actually OWNING a Ford Escort is something stupid, so my car actually buzzes constantly, and I never know what it's buzzing at me about, so I just ignore it. But I digress. Of course, the school doesn't have a slim jim (why would they?), nor does the security they employ. Ditto the parking garage. So I head over with my friend Carl to try to open a 95 Escort with a coat hanger (of course, this would work better if I know HOW to open a 95 Escort with a coat hanger), which turned out not to work, at least, not for me.

Now, it should be mentioned that I had my Criminal Procedure final tonight. Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Eighth, and Fourteenth Amendment issues with a few other items thrown in for good measure. It's also a four hour class, which means it carries slightly more weight than the other classes I take, so having to take any time away from studying isn't my favorite idea. As it turns out, I only lose about an hour, between all the time I wasted trying to pick my own lock and then the 10-15 minutes I spent with the locksmith after he arrived. The good news is I got the door opened. The bad news is that I spent the equivalent of the resale value of my particular automobile to get the door opened ($69). Anyway, all's well that ends well.

So then I take my final, and after having to take two breaks because I'm busy singing "Punk Rock Girl" while trying to read questions, I decide I'm not going to get any more answers right (or that I'm too tired to try to see which ones I obviously missed) and decide that a C- is OK.

So I head out of school and turn on my phone to get a message from my wife, who tells me to come straight home. I call her to find out what's wrong. It turns out I'm not the only one with key issues today. She got to daycare this evening to get the kids, and while she was inside picking them up, the key to her car (and no other keys) decided to make a break for it and ran away. She still doesn't know where it is, and she had to get to Kinko's tonight for a presentation tomorrow that she has to put together for work and had to run out as soon as I got home. I get home, the little boy is not in bed (he got up), so we participated in the Supernanny plan of putting him right back in bed without saying anything because that only encourages him to get back up. This is a foolproof plan according to the producers of the Supernanny, and they constantly show how by putting the child back in bed the third time results in a sleeping child and stress-free parents. Yeah. I'm calling the sip of whiskey on that one. The little boy went to bed at 8. It's now 9:35 and he's gotten up at least 8 times (9 times, I just had to put him back in bed again). The only way those kids on that show didn't get up is if they were snockered.

Anyway, now I need to study Pretrial Procedure, which is somewhat more stressful than CrimPro, but is only 3 hours instead of 4. Can't wait!