Tried to go to bed an hour ago. Read until my eyes couldn't take it anymore. Then I laid there tossing and turning and completely unable to relax enough to even think about sleep. I think I had too much coffee today.
I'm thinking about all the things that still need to be done before our trial starts on Tuesday. And what I should pack for a two-week trial. And how much weight I'm going to gain living on Dairy Queen for two weeks. And the conference call that I have scheduled tomorrow--then I remember that my client never confirmed that he would actually be present for our conference call (with a third party). And the settlement agreement that I am haggling over and what I will say to convince opposing counsel that I will not accept the terms that he insists are fair and reasonable. And the fact that my secretary seems to have gone insane because she came into my office crying this morning because she is convinced that she has bone cancer even though she has absolutely no reason whatsoever to believe this other than using google to self-diagnose. And the fact that the circles in the Venn diagram that represents my relationship with DH seem to be more tangential than overlapping lately. And the fact that I still haven't shipped my two-year old nephew his birthday present. And where I am now versus where I was a year ago.
And now my eyes are burning again and I really need to go to bed so that I can be awake for the conference call that my client may or may not be attending.
4/27/10
4/23/10
The Aftermath
So it's been nearly two months since MIL passed away--after trying to set a record for the longest Hospice stay ever. Some of the after-effects are expected and some, not so much.
I keep coming across things that I think would be perfect for MIL for Mother's Day--and then remember that I won't be buying her anything this year.
And we weren't sure how the kids would be affected. A few days ago SS overheard DH and I talking, and then burst in to tears because she missed Grandma.
And TT is just not herself. She's been a punk to her sisters lately, but also spacey and unfocused (this would be the kids who let the sink overflow). We've been waking her up a half hour before her sisters after she made them late for school three days in a row, and she is still the last one ready every day. And we had a teacher conference last week, where we learned that her math grades are inexplicably dropping and she has been very clingy with her teacher. We've since been trying to ensure that she get more individual attention (no easy task when your kids outnumber you).
And then there is FIL. He started dating less than a month after MIL was buried. He is now officially "seeing someone." It is certainly an understatement to say that we were all stunned by this development. FIL was absolutely devoted to MIL throughout her entire illness, and in her last days he refused to leave her side. I don't like it, but I'm just the in-law. DH doesn't like it, but doesn't feel like its his place to say anything, that his dad has been through enough, and that he is an adult who can make his own decisions. SIL is devastated and this is having a huge affect on her and her relationship with her dad. She told him that she was irritated, but FIL just kind of brushed her off. Meanwhile, news of FILs new relationship is spreading throughout my smallish hometown, and SIL has been asked about it. Ugh! I don't even want to think about the gossip.
We had booked a cabin for Memorial Day shortly after MIL passed away, and intended to invite FIL, but didn't want to be too pushy. When DH finally invited him last week, he already had plans to visit someone else's cabin. And of course we're all wondering whether his new friend will be accompanying him.
I get that he was in the role of a caregiver for the last year and was acting more like a parent than a spouse. But two months--really? Is he incapable of spending any time alone? Of processing the loss of his wife of 35 years? And what woman in her right mind would want to get in the middle of that situation.
I keep coming across things that I think would be perfect for MIL for Mother's Day--and then remember that I won't be buying her anything this year.
And we weren't sure how the kids would be affected. A few days ago SS overheard DH and I talking, and then burst in to tears because she missed Grandma.
And TT is just not herself. She's been a punk to her sisters lately, but also spacey and unfocused (this would be the kids who let the sink overflow). We've been waking her up a half hour before her sisters after she made them late for school three days in a row, and she is still the last one ready every day. And we had a teacher conference last week, where we learned that her math grades are inexplicably dropping and she has been very clingy with her teacher. We've since been trying to ensure that she get more individual attention (no easy task when your kids outnumber you).
And then there is FIL. He started dating less than a month after MIL was buried. He is now officially "seeing someone." It is certainly an understatement to say that we were all stunned by this development. FIL was absolutely devoted to MIL throughout her entire illness, and in her last days he refused to leave her side. I don't like it, but I'm just the in-law. DH doesn't like it, but doesn't feel like its his place to say anything, that his dad has been through enough, and that he is an adult who can make his own decisions. SIL is devastated and this is having a huge affect on her and her relationship with her dad. She told him that she was irritated, but FIL just kind of brushed her off. Meanwhile, news of FILs new relationship is spreading throughout my smallish hometown, and SIL has been asked about it. Ugh! I don't even want to think about the gossip.
We had booked a cabin for Memorial Day shortly after MIL passed away, and intended to invite FIL, but didn't want to be too pushy. When DH finally invited him last week, he already had plans to visit someone else's cabin. And of course we're all wondering whether his new friend will be accompanying him.
I get that he was in the role of a caregiver for the last year and was acting more like a parent than a spouse. But two months--really? Is he incapable of spending any time alone? Of processing the loss of his wife of 35 years? And what woman in her right mind would want to get in the middle of that situation.
4/21/10
It is Wednesday and I am home
I woke up this morning feeling like I had been run over by a truck, and in awe at the amount of snot that my body is able to produce. A long hot shower did not improve the situation, so I crawled back into bed feeling quite sorry for myself, emailed in sick to work, and started inundating my poor secretary with emails. Then I took a handful of pills and decided I would try to sleep until 8:30, when my secretary would arrive at the office and probably start calling with questions.
Well, my secretary started calling, but I did not hear the phone and slept until after 10. Apparently the decongestant was not of the non-drowsy variety. I reluctantly hauled my aching body out of bed so that I could attempt to do some work.
I think my body is telling me that I need downtime. I've had more late nights than not lately, and once I get home there is home-stuff to be done. Thank God I have a housekeeper. I do not know how I could manage to ever spend time with my children if I actually had to keep up the house. But still there are bills to be paid and taxes to be done and homework to review and forms, forms, forms from the school for pictures and field day and t-shirts and field trips.
And then last night, as I was driving home from work at 8:30 and chatting with DH he said, "I gotta go--I hear water dripping." Alas, when I stumbled in the door at 9, DH and PS were staring up at the water dripping through my kitchen ceiling. Apparently TT left the bathroom sink running, it's not draining properly, and it overflowed all over the bathroom. And PS did not bother to notice or rectify the situation when she went to take a shower. (And yes, I did have a post just a few months ago about the bathtub dripping into my kitchen, although it turned out not to be the kids' fault.)
So today I will do enough work to keep me afloat and try to rest, hoping that a day off will keep things from getting worse. The fortunate part is that I got three big tasks knocked out last night and today is the only day in the next three weeks that I don't have anything on my calendar. Our trial is just a week and a half away, and it still does not look like we will settle.
Well, my secretary started calling, but I did not hear the phone and slept until after 10. Apparently the decongestant was not of the non-drowsy variety. I reluctantly hauled my aching body out of bed so that I could attempt to do some work.
I think my body is telling me that I need downtime. I've had more late nights than not lately, and once I get home there is home-stuff to be done. Thank God I have a housekeeper. I do not know how I could manage to ever spend time with my children if I actually had to keep up the house. But still there are bills to be paid and taxes to be done and homework to review and forms, forms, forms from the school for pictures and field day and t-shirts and field trips.
And then last night, as I was driving home from work at 8:30 and chatting with DH he said, "I gotta go--I hear water dripping." Alas, when I stumbled in the door at 9, DH and PS were staring up at the water dripping through my kitchen ceiling. Apparently TT left the bathroom sink running, it's not draining properly, and it overflowed all over the bathroom. And PS did not bother to notice or rectify the situation when she went to take a shower. (And yes, I did have a post just a few months ago about the bathtub dripping into my kitchen, although it turned out not to be the kids' fault.)
So today I will do enough work to keep me afloat and try to rest, hoping that a day off will keep things from getting worse. The fortunate part is that I got three big tasks knocked out last night and today is the only day in the next three weeks that I don't have anything on my calendar. Our trial is just a week and a half away, and it still does not look like we will settle.
4/14/10
Better today
DH and I argued out our issues on the way to work this morning. (I love my new bluetooth-enabled car). Apparently I was not sufficiently in awe of a new app he just developed. He thinks I tune him out when he talks about work because I think it's boring. (It is--half the time I can't even follow what he's saying when he starts talking in programmer language. BUT, he totally tunes me out when I start up with the lawyer-speak. We find one another's careers equally boring.)
Work is still crazy busy, but at least my day was mostly uninterrupted. I am preparing for trial for the first time since I graduated from law school. That's right, even though I'm a litigation attorney, I have not taken one single case to trial. I haven't even gotten close enough to prepare for trial. They all settle. I'm great at facilitating settlement.
But this one does not look like it's going to settle. There are lots of parties and hints of small-town scandal. It's not a huge case, but worth enough to matter (mid-six figures). The subject matter is unbelievably boring, and the trial will be in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. My secretary booked our hotel today. There were three choices, the nicest being a Holiday Inn Express. I think the fanciest restaurant in town is Nana's Hometown Diner. We are anticipating 1-2 weeks for trial. Yeah, this is going to be fun.
So my life is all about preparing for trial. But at the same time, I have at least 15 other active litigation files (and more not-so-active files). A couple of them are pretty hot right now. Whenever I am working on one, I feel like I need to be working on another.
And of course, on the home front, it is the middle of soccer season, and all of the kids' end of the year concerts and field trips and teacher conferences and awards ceremonies are coming up.
I've also got an appointment for PS with the pediatric urologist next week, because the doc confirmed that she did have another kidney stone. I'm a little worried that she has had 2 stones in 6 months at only 11 years old. Ugh.
Work is still crazy busy, but at least my day was mostly uninterrupted. I am preparing for trial for the first time since I graduated from law school. That's right, even though I'm a litigation attorney, I have not taken one single case to trial. I haven't even gotten close enough to prepare for trial. They all settle. I'm great at facilitating settlement.
But this one does not look like it's going to settle. There are lots of parties and hints of small-town scandal. It's not a huge case, but worth enough to matter (mid-six figures). The subject matter is unbelievably boring, and the trial will be in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. My secretary booked our hotel today. There were three choices, the nicest being a Holiday Inn Express. I think the fanciest restaurant in town is Nana's Hometown Diner. We are anticipating 1-2 weeks for trial. Yeah, this is going to be fun.
So my life is all about preparing for trial. But at the same time, I have at least 15 other active litigation files (and more not-so-active files). A couple of them are pretty hot right now. Whenever I am working on one, I feel like I need to be working on another.
And of course, on the home front, it is the middle of soccer season, and all of the kids' end of the year concerts and field trips and teacher conferences and awards ceremonies are coming up.
I've also got an appointment for PS with the pediatric urologist next week, because the doc confirmed that she did have another kidney stone. I'm a little worried that she has had 2 stones in 6 months at only 11 years old. Ugh.
4/13/10
In a funk
I am stressed to the max at work. I had hoped when I changed firms that I would have better control over my hours. It started out that way, but now I am just as busy as I was at my old firm.
DH is not helping. He is super busy at work, too, and I know its stress, but he keeps snarking at me. And then he gets all huffy when I call him out on it. And he lays on the guilt whenever I work late. Instead of working together, we working against each other, which just adds to the stress.
And one of my kids has been extra bratty lately. I told her this morning that she was lucky that I was one of those parents who don't believe in beating children.
I need a vacation, and that's not happening anytime soon. I'm looking at booking a cruise for just DH and me in late November, but right at this moment I don't feel like spending a week alone with him in a tiny cabin.
DH is not helping. He is super busy at work, too, and I know its stress, but he keeps snarking at me. And then he gets all huffy when I call him out on it. And he lays on the guilt whenever I work late. Instead of working together, we working against each other, which just adds to the stress.
And one of my kids has been extra bratty lately. I told her this morning that she was lucky that I was one of those parents who don't believe in beating children.
I need a vacation, and that's not happening anytime soon. I'm looking at booking a cruise for just DH and me in late November, but right at this moment I don't feel like spending a week alone with him in a tiny cabin.
4/10/10
Wobbling on the tightrope
The whole work/life balance has been wobbly the last couple of days.
Friday morning PS told us she was having pain that was reminiscent of her kidney stone. But because she wasn't in terrible pain and the kids missed so much school during MIL's illness that we have been threatened with truancy court, I sent her to school with instructions to call me immediately if her pain increased at all.
I didn't hear anything during the day, but as soon as she was out of school at 3 she told me that the pain was unbearable when she peed. I immediately made a doctor's appointment and flew out of my office to make her 4:00 appointment.
A few minutes later my boss called me on my cell and asked if I could handle an emergency research project this weekend. I told him that I could, and he agreed to call me at 9:30 Saturday morning to give me the details.
Great except that TT had a soccer game and PS had the fitting for her cheerleading uniform at 9:00 on Saturday morning.
I arrived at the doctor's office just as PS was being called back. I went with PS and sent the nanny back home with the twins. The doc agreed that her symptoms indicated a kidney stone was likely, and sent us off for x-rays. Of course, getting x-rays at 5:00 on a Friday means that we won't get results until Monday. But the doc didn't seem particularly concerned and told us that if her symptoms worsened we needed to go to the ER. As PS said sarcastically (to me, not the doc) "helpful."
Anyway, PS's symptoms improved greatly as the evening wore on, and we think that she probably passed the stone late in the afternoon when she was having the most pain.
So DH took TT to her game and I took PS to her fitting Saturday morning. It was very much a hands-on mom kinda thing--figuring out what sizes to order for practice wear, shoes, and the official uniform. There was a huge list of required items, and a short list of "optional" items ("but all the 8th grade girls ordered them," the coach said in a way that indicated that the optional items weren't too optional.)
I kept my phone in my pocket on vibrate, hoping I could just step out when Boss called. But I somehow missed the call , and didn't realize it until 15 minutes later. At least by then we were pretty much through the fitting, so I left PS and stepped outside to take the call. Which lasted 45 minutes! Poor PS, along with her BFF and mom who rode with us, were trapped waiting for me to get off the phone.
It wasn't ideal, but it all worked out. I was there for PS's fitting and managed to bill .8 at the same time.
Spent the rest of the day getting a much-needed haircut, doing our taxes, and perusing the new bookstore with the fam. We are getting a $206 refund!!!!! I am beyond thrilled. I have been putting off the taxes because I was afraid that we would owe another huge bill like last year. Last year's problem was that I had screwed up our withholdings and we got hit with the AMT. Fortunately, we resolved that, but I'm still peeved that student loan interest is capped and phased out of upper income brackets.
Finally, last night we sent the kids to a party while DH and I had date night and went to see Date Night It was hilarious--although I had just had 3 margaritas, so anything might have been hilarious.
Today I buckle down and do my emergency research project. I should have started on it yesterday, but my brain was shot after wrestling with the taxes. Hopefully, I won't be up half the night--but this is one of those issues that may not have an answer--or at least not the answer my boss wants. It's so much easier when you know there's an answer out there!
Friday morning PS told us she was having pain that was reminiscent of her kidney stone. But because she wasn't in terrible pain and the kids missed so much school during MIL's illness that we have been threatened with truancy court, I sent her to school with instructions to call me immediately if her pain increased at all.
I didn't hear anything during the day, but as soon as she was out of school at 3 she told me that the pain was unbearable when she peed. I immediately made a doctor's appointment and flew out of my office to make her 4:00 appointment.
A few minutes later my boss called me on my cell and asked if I could handle an emergency research project this weekend. I told him that I could, and he agreed to call me at 9:30 Saturday morning to give me the details.
Great except that TT had a soccer game and PS had the fitting for her cheerleading uniform at 9:00 on Saturday morning.
I arrived at the doctor's office just as PS was being called back. I went with PS and sent the nanny back home with the twins. The doc agreed that her symptoms indicated a kidney stone was likely, and sent us off for x-rays. Of course, getting x-rays at 5:00 on a Friday means that we won't get results until Monday. But the doc didn't seem particularly concerned and told us that if her symptoms worsened we needed to go to the ER. As PS said sarcastically (to me, not the doc) "helpful."
Anyway, PS's symptoms improved greatly as the evening wore on, and we think that she probably passed the stone late in the afternoon when she was having the most pain.
So DH took TT to her game and I took PS to her fitting Saturday morning. It was very much a hands-on mom kinda thing--figuring out what sizes to order for practice wear, shoes, and the official uniform. There was a huge list of required items, and a short list of "optional" items ("but all the 8th grade girls ordered them," the coach said in a way that indicated that the optional items weren't too optional.)
I kept my phone in my pocket on vibrate, hoping I could just step out when Boss called. But I somehow missed the call , and didn't realize it until 15 minutes later. At least by then we were pretty much through the fitting, so I left PS and stepped outside to take the call. Which lasted 45 minutes! Poor PS, along with her BFF and mom who rode with us, were trapped waiting for me to get off the phone.
It wasn't ideal, but it all worked out. I was there for PS's fitting and managed to bill .8 at the same time.
Spent the rest of the day getting a much-needed haircut, doing our taxes, and perusing the new bookstore with the fam. We are getting a $206 refund!!!!! I am beyond thrilled. I have been putting off the taxes because I was afraid that we would owe another huge bill like last year. Last year's problem was that I had screwed up our withholdings and we got hit with the AMT. Fortunately, we resolved that, but I'm still peeved that student loan interest is capped and phased out of upper income brackets.
Finally, last night we sent the kids to a party while DH and I had date night and went to see Date Night It was hilarious--although I had just had 3 margaritas, so anything might have been hilarious.
Today I buckle down and do my emergency research project. I should have started on it yesterday, but my brain was shot after wrestling with the taxes. Hopefully, I won't be up half the night--but this is one of those issues that may not have an answer--or at least not the answer my boss wants. It's so much easier when you know there's an answer out there!
4/4/10
Good Weekend
This is the first weekend in a while where we had nothing that had to get done. No work, no soccer games, no school events, no major home projects.
Yesterday we saw "How to Train Your Dragon" (excellent!), dyed eggs, baked and decorated Easter cookies, and went to church.
Today we worked in the yard. DH mowed and the girls and I cleaned up the flower beds. Then I hit the kitchen, where I have been basting a honey glazed ham all day and making other Easter dinner fixin's. This may be the best ham ever--I've been brushing the honey/butter/brown sugar concoction between every slice, hoping it will soak all the way through, instead of just sticking to the outside (all the while using my Julia Childs voice, after watching Julie & Julia last night).
I'm contemplating going to Lowe's to pick up some mulch and flowers for my newly cleaned out flower beds, but I'm pretty pooped. I think a nap might beat out flowers.
Yesterday we saw "How to Train Your Dragon" (excellent!), dyed eggs, baked and decorated Easter cookies, and went to church.
Today we worked in the yard. DH mowed and the girls and I cleaned up the flower beds. Then I hit the kitchen, where I have been basting a honey glazed ham all day and making other Easter dinner fixin's. This may be the best ham ever--I've been brushing the honey/butter/brown sugar concoction between every slice, hoping it will soak all the way through, instead of just sticking to the outside (all the while using my Julia Childs voice, after watching Julie & Julia last night).
I'm contemplating going to Lowe's to pick up some mulch and flowers for my newly cleaned out flower beds, but I'm pretty pooped. I think a nap might beat out flowers.
4/2/10
A Conversation With My Daughter
Sometime last year:
"Hey, do you have any interest in those Percy Jackson books, 'cause I found a set of the first 3 online for $10."
"Nope."
"Are you sure? You know there's a movie coming out and the rule is that you have to read the book before you see the movie."
"No, it looks boring."
"I heard they're really good books, are you sure you don't want me to order them? This is a great price."
"No, Mom. Geez."
Fast forward to two weeks ago:
"Mom, can I watch the Percy Jackson movie with BFF?"
"I thought you had no interest in that movie?"
"I know, but I've heard it's good."
"But you haven't read the book--you know the rule."
"Pleeeaaassseee Mom???"
"OK, I'll let you break the rule, just this once, since you always read the books." (PS is a great reader and devours books.)
The next day:
"So, how was the movie?"
"It was great. I have to get the books!"
A couple of days later I ordered the first 3 Percy Jackson books and the Hunger Games. They came in last Saturday. I plowed through the Hunger Games by Sunday night. This afternoon, I left work early and PS and I snuggled in my bed, she reading the third of the Percy Jackson books, and me reading the first.
"Mom, can you order the last two books?"
"You mean the books you had no interest in?
"Yeah, I really like them! Please, please, please get the last two!"
I picked up the 4th at Target tonight to put in her Easter basket. I'm sure she'll finish the third by the end of the day tomorrow.
BTW, The Hunger Games was excellent, but very disturbing. My brother (a middle school English teacher) has been bugging me for months to read it, but I was turned off by the description. But it is also on the recommend summer reading list for PS, because they will be studying Utopian societies, so I went ahead and picked it up. I couldn't put it down--my eyes were burning from reading for so long. However, it is not for young elementary students. I wouldn't recommend it for anyone younger than PS, who is a mature 11.
I'm only about a quarter of the way through the The Lightening Thief (the Percy Jackson book). It is not nearly well written as The Hunger Games. I've heard this series compared to Harry Potter. There seem to be some rather blatant take-offs from from HP, and I don't think the writing style is nearly as good. But I'll reserve further judgment until I've actually finished one of the books. So far, this series seems ok for my 8 year olds. When I left for work this morning they were taking turns reading it to each other, so they could both read it at the same time.
"Hey, do you have any interest in those Percy Jackson books, 'cause I found a set of the first 3 online for $10."
"Nope."
"Are you sure? You know there's a movie coming out and the rule is that you have to read the book before you see the movie."
"No, it looks boring."
"I heard they're really good books, are you sure you don't want me to order them? This is a great price."
"No, Mom. Geez."
Fast forward to two weeks ago:
"Mom, can I watch the Percy Jackson movie with BFF?"
"I thought you had no interest in that movie?"
"I know, but I've heard it's good."
"But you haven't read the book--you know the rule."
"Pleeeaaassseee Mom???"
"OK, I'll let you break the rule, just this once, since you always read the books." (PS is a great reader and devours books.)
The next day:
"So, how was the movie?"
"It was great. I have to get the books!"
A couple of days later I ordered the first 3 Percy Jackson books and the Hunger Games. They came in last Saturday. I plowed through the Hunger Games by Sunday night. This afternoon, I left work early and PS and I snuggled in my bed, she reading the third of the Percy Jackson books, and me reading the first.
"Mom, can you order the last two books?"
"You mean the books you had no interest in?
"Yeah, I really like them! Please, please, please get the last two!"
I picked up the 4th at Target tonight to put in her Easter basket. I'm sure she'll finish the third by the end of the day tomorrow.
BTW, The Hunger Games was excellent, but very disturbing. My brother (a middle school English teacher) has been bugging me for months to read it, but I was turned off by the description. But it is also on the recommend summer reading list for PS, because they will be studying Utopian societies, so I went ahead and picked it up. I couldn't put it down--my eyes were burning from reading for so long. However, it is not for young elementary students. I wouldn't recommend it for anyone younger than PS, who is a mature 11.
I'm only about a quarter of the way through the The Lightening Thief (the Percy Jackson book). It is not nearly well written as The Hunger Games. I've heard this series compared to Harry Potter. There seem to be some rather blatant take-offs from from HP, and I don't think the writing style is nearly as good. But I'll reserve further judgment until I've actually finished one of the books. So far, this series seems ok for my 8 year olds. When I left for work this morning they were taking turns reading it to each other, so they could both read it at the same time.
4/1/10
Apparently I'm the April Fool
A few weeks ago I tried on a dress that I really liked. I never wear dresses--partly because it's hard to find dresses that fit my body shape--so I was thrilled to find a work-appropriate dress that fit well. However, it was a little pricey and not on sale. So I didn't buy it then, but found it on sale online a couple of days later and jumped on it.
Sooooo, this morning I decided to wear my new dress. I put it on, but it wouldn't zip. It wasn't too tight (really!), but the zipper stuck at the horizontal seam between the bodice and the skirt. I tugged and tugged, but the zipper wouldn't budge. PS tried to help, but still no luck. By this point, I really needed to leave to get the girls to school on time, so I gave it one last tug, and the zipper went up. But only the zipper popped open below the seam and was only sipped above the seam. And now it wouldn't go back down.
So I had to take the girls to school, with my dress gaping open.
Once I got back home, I was stuck twisting and turning to get the zipper back down so I could get out of the dress. Nope, not budging. I tugged and tugged and twisted and turned, but the zipper would not go back over the seam. I got pliers from the garage, but still couldn't get the zipper back down. Finally , after a full 20 minutes, and just when I was seriously contemplating taking scissors to the dress, the zipper came back down and I was free.
Unfortunately, the zipper is pulled off its tracks and I can't get it back together. It looks like I'm going to have to return my perfectly-fitting new dress. And I just know that the saleslady is going to assume I was just too big and popped the zipper. Ugh!
Sooooo, this morning I decided to wear my new dress. I put it on, but it wouldn't zip. It wasn't too tight (really!), but the zipper stuck at the horizontal seam between the bodice and the skirt. I tugged and tugged, but the zipper wouldn't budge. PS tried to help, but still no luck. By this point, I really needed to leave to get the girls to school on time, so I gave it one last tug, and the zipper went up. But only the zipper popped open below the seam and was only sipped above the seam. And now it wouldn't go back down.
So I had to take the girls to school, with my dress gaping open.
Once I got back home, I was stuck twisting and turning to get the zipper back down so I could get out of the dress. Nope, not budging. I tugged and tugged and twisted and turned, but the zipper would not go back over the seam. I got pliers from the garage, but still couldn't get the zipper back down. Finally , after a full 20 minutes, and just when I was seriously contemplating taking scissors to the dress, the zipper came back down and I was free.
Unfortunately, the zipper is pulled off its tracks and I can't get it back together. It looks like I'm going to have to return my perfectly-fitting new dress. And I just know that the saleslady is going to assume I was just too big and popped the zipper. Ugh!
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