Don't Ask Again!

I would have to say a lot of people would say I'm a pushover when it comes to doing things for my kids. I am, afterall a SAHM....which means I have time to do the extras. (sometimes!) Morgan is on student council....and she keeps volunteering to head different committees. Like the homecoming float the student council does. And she's a procrastinator. She finally found a trailer to borrow to make the float on. I had to take her there yesterday to check it out. It was raining. It was muddy. I had to go pick it up today. It's raining harder, and way muddier. I was told to "just take it to Keile's house"....so I drive over there, pull up by one of their barns, try to open a few doors. Everythings locked. I back the thing up (very badly I might add, thankfully I had plenty of room), and drive over to the big barn. No one there either. I'm wet. I decided I'm driving to the middle school, I get there, pull my darling daughter out of class and ask her where the heck I'm supposed to put this darn trailer. She finds Keile, who calls her dad. Well, he's at home (you have to see this place, the house is huge, and sits way up on a hill, the barns are all off a seperate drive), he said to just take the trailer over by one of the smaller barns and unhitch it, then he'd move it later. So I leave again. I get out to the barns again, find a spot to park it and start to unhitch it. I crank the leg thingy down, but it won't go all the way to the ground. I'm trying to think how I can make this work (afterall, I'm a camper, I should know these things). After fiddling around in the rain, I see a camper parked next to one of the many barns and a lightbulb goes on. I don't have any pieces of wood or whatever to put under the leg thingy to make it set up higher. So, in the rain of course, I search around. I find a chunk of concrete, and two bricks. That should do the trick. I crank and crank. I think the Durango is actually lifting with the stupid hitch. I jump up on the bumper and try to make it move. It doesn't budge. I check the hitch latch, it's definitely unlocked, so it should come off. I'm getting really ticked off....I'm soaking wet. Good thing I had a down filled coat on, because it was soaked, but my skin wasn't (except for my head, not sure why I washed my hair earlier today). Oh, my butt was a little wet too, since I had to crouch down a couple of times and my pants puckered out! Now I'm really super mad. Why won't this stupid thing unhitch!?! I call my hubby....no answer, I call his cell phone....he answers, says "I'm in a meeting, I'll call you back" and he hangs up. I sit there thinking..."now what". I've already been there for 20 minutes! Finally hubby calls back. I tell him everything I did and he finally says, "Did you put a piece of wood in front and back of a couple of wheels, then try moving the Durango forward or back to see if you can jar it loose?" I tell him I'll try and hang up. So I trounce through more mud and find a 2 x 4 and a brick. Put those behind one wheel, in front of another, jump in the Duragno and start it up. I put it in drive, ease forward and hear a "clunck!" I get out and FINALLY, the damn thing came unhitched!!! I jump in the Durango, and start to pull out, only then remembering to call the hubby and tell him he's a genius. I then decide to go back to the middle school. Morgan is getting ready for volleyball practice. I'm soaked, my pants, coat and hair looks like I've stood under a waterfall. She looks at me funny...I tell her to memorize what I look like, so next time she asks me to help out with a trailer for the float for homecoming, she'll think twice. Then she says "Are you mad?"