Oh, I’m feeling so much better and I’m glad the seventy-six hours of sleep I’ve had in the last 24 have made me a new woman. Wednesday’s usually my errand day, and since I was out of commission the better part of Monday and Tuesday, I had to cram a ton in.
I accomplished muchly. Hence, today’s post title.
Want to ride along with me and see what happened?
This was carpool.
I am the Queen of it.
Did I ever tell you how I got my nickname? I didn’t make it up just for this blog. Four years ago we petitioned to enter the year-round magnet school we currently attend and the boys were accepted with one slight hitch. There wasn’t enough space in the classroom to have them all attending on the same schedule and so for the first year, I’d have to have them on separate tracks.
Dear Reader, for 15 months I drove to school every blessed weekday because at least one of the boys had class.
No trips to the beach.
No trips home to see my folks.
No sleeping in.
For 15 months.
After month 14, one of the crossing guards who was sick of seeing me every.stinking.day bestowed me with the moniker that I now wear so proudly (she said with slightly rolled eyes).
And now you know the rest of the story.
While I was busy making sure I didn’t hit the car in front of me as I inched through the line, the boys were in the backseat oblivious to the mess playing with the toy of the day that gets dragged into the car.
After I dropped them off, I went to Blockbuster to return Bedtime Stories which I thought was cute, but had one too many “passing-gas” jokes for my taste. Craig thought it was hilarious.
Who’s the adult in the family? That would be me.
And what, Dear Reader, is conveniently located three doors down from Blockbuster?
That would be a whole lotta’ love disguised as a Venti Extra-Hot Chai. Did I mention I was so sick that I had gone TWO DAYS without caffeine? I seriously needed to make up for lost time.
From there, on to the Post Office with the really bad pavement to mail Elizabeth’s washcloths I knitted for my give-away last month. It took me a while to finish them what with the cat dying and the angst over the dentist and all, but I finally got them out of the front seat of my car. From there, it was a left turn and two short miles down the road to the library to return Craig’s overdue book.
As an aside, should I be responsible for paying his overdue fines if HE’S the one who asked me to check it out and then didn’t return it on time?
Speaking of angst, while on my way to my friend Susan’s house, I was suddenly hit with the realization that I have a rather unpleasant date with the dentist on Friday morning.
Oh, great angstyness. Perhaps even horror.
Let’s not discuss the dentist just yet because I need something to blog about on Friday. Unlike the prepared ones of you who have plans and themes for every day of the blogging week, I’m more of a fly by the seat of my pants kinda’ girl and I never know what’s going to come out of my mouth. Oh man, and I just remembered that they told me I’ll probably have amnesia over the whole event, so I won’t even know what to tell you. This is causing quite a conundrum, though not enough of one to forgo the use of powerful hallucinogenics.
After VBS planning at Susan’s house (where I forgot to take a picture, but trust me, it was loads of fun, and she and I look like sisters, so just imagine another picture of me like the one above except without the shocked look), I went to Kellie’s house for lunch.
I think this could become quite the little habit.
This is her beautiful corn and tomato tart that she made FROM SCRATCH (really, I watched her do it) and served with a salad and a delicious passion fruit and lemon tea. I have it on good authority that sometime in the next day or so she’s going to post the recipe, so be sure and head over there to get it when she does. It’s perfect for your next girly brunch – hello, men from Pakistan – or easy summer supper.
Another heartwarming touch was the use of her “I’m special” plate which made me happy because even though I, too, have an “I’m special” plate, I have always used it for the kids or Craig, never for myself. And don’t we all like to feel special sometimes? As if all of this wasn’t enough, Martha Stewart Kellie made my absolute most favorite cookies in the world for dessert. A while back she had read in my blog that I loved snickerdoodles, and she made them just because and I have to say it made me misty, misty, misty.
I heart you, Kel. And your sweet kids who set a beautiful table and cracked me up with their very polite requests for “one OR TWO cookies, please”.
What I also loved is that it was a judgement-free zone when I may have had more cookies than is considered polite, and she even sent some home with me for the children.
Like they ever saw them.
Like they didn’t disappear in less than three minutes after I left her driveway.
After picking up my charges (I’d insert another picture but it would look exactly like the one on top except the children would be cranky from having to do homework/have outside recess/not having chicken nuggets on the lunch menu/bringing home a note from the teacher), we went to Food Lion. I am not a fan of the Lion, but it is conveniently located adjacent to the school, and since I only had to buy milk and eggs, we ducked in. Of course, since the boys were with me, we slightly went over the grocery list. This time, however, we managed to only buy two boxes of cereal, and they talked me into buying bread since I was baking making a frozen lasagna in celebration of Craig’s return from a business trip. Did I tell you he was gone while I was sick? I usually don’t serve bread with dinner, not because I’m stingy, but because it goes straight to my thighs.
Unlike dozens of snickerdoodles consumed in my car.
Apparently I’m not feeding Travis enough vegetables.
And then I went home, did laundry, cleaned bathrooms, straightened pictures, dusted my nightstand, tweeted with the real Martha Stewart and an astronaut orbiting in space fixing the Hubble telescope, and made dinner.
And I did all of this with a rather large hole in the back of my pants.
Which I did not discover until bedtime.
Have a nice day.