broken sewing machine

just when orders started coming in too.
i told max to go upstairs and get the red fleece by the sewing machine and bring it downstairs. what he heard must have been "get the sewing machine and bring it downstairs." because that's what he did. after i cut the red fleece for a hooded cloak i'm making for a guy's daughter, i headed back upstairs with sewing machine, fleece and scizzors. i plugged the sewing machine in and turn it on. nada. my heart flips. i switch the sockets. nada. my heart is in my throat.
"MAX!!!"
"yeah?"
"what happened to the sewing machine?" trying to temper my voice.
"uhhhhh. i dropped it right about....here."
"DROPPED IT?!?!?!?"
then the rest of my day disappears into a hazy cloud. i threw my machine into the car along with singer that hides in my closet because it's broken. i thought, "if i'm fixing one, i might as well fix both so this never happens again."
i stuffed the kids in the car and ran to regina's to borrow her machine. she kept the kids while i ran to the sewing machine fixit store. they looked at singer and said that it was ok. i just had the bobbin housing in wrong. sigh. everything is going to be fine. i checked pfaff in. i'll miss the little bugger.
so after that i realized that i hadn't eaten lunch and i had dropped the kids off hungry- d'oh!
i rushed back to regina's. stuffed the kids back into the car and head home. after lunch i headed upstairs. after a few inches of straight stiching singer starts to bug out. i fiddle with it as my eyes feel like popping out because my blood pressure surely is spiking. forget it!
i open regina's kenmore and it lets out a whiff of stale air- like i unearthed something prehistoric at an archeological dig with indiana jones. soon a big rolling rock is going to plow me down. it must be at least forty years old. i look at it and decide how i should try and thread it. i also, by some luck, find out where the bobbin is hiding and how to get at it. i begin to sew. after one cycle the needle refuses to move. i fiddle, test, fiddle, test, call regina. she tells me to read the manual. manual? yes. the one you were carrying to the car. i was carrying a manual? i find the manual in the car. read the instructions. not only do i have it threaded wrong i also have the bobbin housing in upside down. i rethread. fix the bobbin. start to sew. slowest. machine. ever.
and i'm thinking the WHOLE time, "never. never. never again agree to a prepaid order." it just hangs over my head the whole time.
i needed to make two hooded cloaks. halfway through the second kenmore starts whining. kenmore is now taking a forced break. i need to affix the frogs to the cloak and i'm done. i will never be more happy when i hand those cloaks over and never have to see them again.
well. it'll probably be beat when i get pfaff back.