Have you ever had one of those days? I mean, really – one of those awful, horrible, why the hell didn’t I stay in bed days? Because it’s only 4:27 PM on one-of-those-days and I don’t think I can take one more thing.
It started with me getting up earlier than usual. Yes, it was 15 minutes – but those 15 minutes are the difference between me being a complete beyotch to the entire planet and me being sort of a beyotch to the entire planet.
Junior needed to be at school early for help with English. (What? It’s hard to explain what a participial is – mainly because I have no clue as to what it might be.) Also? He had a field trip. And it was pouring rain, so Harry got up early to get to work on time.
Once everyone is out the door, I had coffee. I started laundry. I made a list for the run to Costco, the grocery store, Target. And the phone rings. It’s a frantic Junior telling me he can’t find the field trip bus.
This is not good.
Turns out, he asked at the office when the bus was leaving and was told after first period. Turns out the bus left 5 minutes before first period ended. Turns out Junior was stranded at school. Turns out I’m the nicest mom on the planet, because I hustled to the school, picked him up and drove through a fierce rainstorm to get him to the aquarium an hour from our house.
Let me just pause here to say “I rock.” No, please. Don’t clap. I’d like to think I still have a little modesty left.
Anyway, so I nearly hit a car in the storm. (Really? Really? Why do people think it’s a great plan to drive a silver car without lights on in pouring rain when nobody can see a dang thing?) But I manage to get Junior there. He is profusely grateful. Profusely. Frankly, it’s a little much.
And then I drove the hour back in the pouring rain, went and did all my errands, including Costco which was filled with people in the holiday spirit. I know this because most of them actually said “excuse me” before ramming my cart, a sure sign that they are filled with holiday cheer. Normally, they just ram the cart.
Hours later, wet, tired and fully aware that the granny panties I’m wearing lost their elasticity somewhere near the laundry additive section at Target and are now hanging out near my knees, I arrive home. Only to find this waiting for me.
Yeah, No-no Lulu missed me. If you look closely, my slipper is on the couch, next to a pillow that was eaten. My other slipper is out of photo range, under the table.
Really. It’s 4:27 PM. I don’t know if I can survive to 4:28 PM.Add me to your rss reader | Become a Fan on Facebook!