After dropping my kids at my friend’s house for babysitting and driving 30 minutes towards what I thought was my destination, I realized I had taken the wrong road and had to backtrack. Which made me late for my appointment, so I had to wait for another client to go first.
I made good use of the time by walking down the street for a latte and biscotti.
By the time my hair was done, it was pouring rain. Joy. I picked up my kids, and we made our way to Target, where we grabbed lunch and made a few returns and exchanges.
While I was at the return counter, the baby walked away, and another patron found her standing near the exit door looking for me. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt quite so low. I plunked her in the cart for safe keeping and promised myself and God that I would be more careful from now on.
Back at home I tried to catch up on computer stuff while my kids bickered and nagged, and then I took advantage of my husband’s early arrival to grab a quick mani/pedi. That was by far the highlight of my day.
I ran back home in plenty of time to get my son to his friend’s 6:30 birthday party, except that the party was at 6:00. D’oh. He tried to be gracious when I told him that I was doing my best, but I know he was disappointed.
After fighting rush hour traffic and two wrong turns (are you sensing a pattern here?), I dropped him off and then ran to the mall to pick up a present for the bride-to-be and do a couple other errands.
Now it’s 9PM and I’m still not packed. Which means I really need to get off the computer.
I plan to check in from Nashville, and I’m sure I’ll have oodles of pictures.
Today is my dad’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Daddy!