An angry post about Carrie Underwood

Ok.

I got the new Carrie Underwood CD from my 'rents for Christmas. FANTASTIC. I love it.

So, I've been swapping it from car to car when ever I have to go anywhere. With the kids, the van, by myself, the car. You get the idea.

So this morning, as Derek was leaving, I grabbed the CD out of the car (so he could take  the car and I could have my music and threw it on the front seat of the van.

As I did so I thought, "I really should put it in the case... nah, it'll be fine."

Then, later after a disasterous attempt at walking to the park, I chucked the boys in the van so we could drive there instead and commanded that they get in their seats. I ran back in the house to get the baby and it took longer than it should have.

My little princes were not obedient. They, instead of doing as I asked, climbed into the front seats and proceeded to "drive" themselves who-knows-where. I grumped at them and hooked them into their car seats. Upon returning to front of the vehicle, I discovered Carrie Underwood was not where I left her.

"Henry, where's my CD?" I asked.

"In da thing." his answer. I looked about and saw that a sliver of the cd was showing, having been SHOVED into the CD player. So, I did what any normal person would do and pushed it in the rest of the way.

Big.Mistake.

I turned on the player and the words "CD NO" flashed across the screen. I pushed the "eject" button. Again, "CD NO."

At this point I began to yell. "HENRY! YOU ARE IN HUGE TROUBLE! YOU BROKE MOMMY'S CAR!"

And Henry began to cry. And I called Derek.

"I'm going to kill Henry." I declared matter-of-factly. I was irate. There was no way to get the CD out, and it was telling me rather stubbornly, "CD NO" no matter what I tried to do.

After explaining to Derek, he simply said, "Just bring me the car. I'll fix it."

"HOW?!! Are you going to magically push a button that I don't know about???" (Remember, I was mad.)

Ever the gentleman, Derek just repeated, "Come here and I'll fix it."

So, I yelled at Henry to zip it and if he made one more noise he was going to live in his bedroom for all eternity. It was a quiet 20 minute drive to Derek's office. I was absolutely fuming the entire way. WHY? Why can't Henry just do as I freaking say? I tell him to get in his seat, and he DOESN'T. Then he breaks my car!

Like I said, I was mad.

We got to Derek's office, and I texted him to get his tush outside since I was here. He appeared, climbed in without a word, hit the eject button and the now famous, "CD NO" message appeared.

"Hmm," was all my husband said. "Harumph" I said with great satisfaction. I already TRIED that. It didn't work!

Then Derek pushed the eject button and

held

it

down.

And the cd popped out.


Derek had to buy me a diet coke to get me to calm the heck down.