The Curse of Friday-----fact or fiction?

I honestly don't think it's just me. Crappy things always seem to happen on Friday. Usually, but not limited to late in the day.

One time, when we lived in Texas, the air-conditioning stopped working. Lucky for us, it was one of those lovely summer days that only peaked at 107 degrees. It's not like you can open the windows to get some air. So you call the A/C guy and beg nicely ask him to come out on a Friday night, knowing that he will miss his son's football game, but promising to fund his kid's college education if he would just bring some relief in the form of cold, cold air. Or another time in Wisconsin, when it was mid-winter and a balmy minus 30 degrees with the wind chill and one of the furnaces just quit. Right then and there. Again, a plea for help. At double-time, of course. The price we're willing to pay for comfort. Call me a wimp--I don't care.

Here's a good one that I'm certain most of us have experienced. If you haven't already,  you will. Trust me.  Something happens to your kid. Not horrible, not with lots of blood (ok, so there's a little blood), no protruding bones....you get the idea. But something just isn't right. Maybe a rash that didn't look like that yesterday, or a split lip which was severed by a tooth (which isn't really all that loose). The kind of thing that you're on the fence about jumping in the car and heading to Urgent Care for. (And you know that if you choose not to go to Urgent Care, you will be on the top of the list for "Bad Parent of the Year Award"). The latter did happen to us (yes, on a Friday night) and after a heated battle much debate about whether the injury necessitated Urgent Care, I drove Hunter to the nearest facility. Urgent Care. Now wouldn't that imply that they're there when you need them? When you have something kind of important that you need medical help with? Ummm, no. They were closed and it was 8 pm. On a Friday. There was a complete idiot  lovely gentleman vacuuming the lobby who wouldn't even acknowledge me when I was pounding on the door. Now what? Head to the ER? Hmmm, what to do. In the end, it all worked out just fine. I brought him home, the lip healed, the tooth was fine. We were lucky.

This morning---yes, Friday---our washing machine didn't work. It was making all of the necessary sounds, without one crucial element. Water. So I'm on the phone to Maytag. We're trying to diagnose the problem, and I was left with a number of options. Unplug it, then plug it back in. Ok, this didn't work. Flip the breaker....umm, where is that???? (just kidding, I really do know). Replace the hoses, which I just picked up at Menards. They're nice---they're blue and red. I would have preferred other colors, but they seemed to be out. (a little attempt at humor here). It should be noted that I have friends who would jump right in and tackle this job. They're the same ones who actually mow their own lawns and change their own light bulbs. But will I attempt this feat? Heck no. I wouldn't have a clue. I've perfected my damsel in distress role. I'll wait for Mike. By the time he gets home from work, picks up Jackson from football, and actually has a moment to look at it, he'll most likely find that this wasn't the problem after all, And then the plumber will be on double-time. Not sure why I go into panic-mode not being able to do laundry. We have plenty of clothes (save for Jackson's 2 pair of underwear). We should be fine.

Happy Friday everyone!