I'm pretty tired...and wired. I shouldn't have had those two Cokes at Red Robin tonight and that iced tea at Burger King at lunch (come on! I don't eat out all the time like this. It was a busy, on the road kind of day). But it's been a while since I've posted and if any day lately was a "blog worthy" one (well MY kind of "blog worthy") this would be it.
It was heavily scheduled and one that required keeping a sharp eye on the clock and adherence to the schedule in order for me to get successfully to that highly anticipated Red Robin moment with friends. We began with taking my youngest daughter to the optometrist this morning. And can I just say right here that having an appointment in the same town you live in cuts out 90% of the stress? That's all I need to say about that part of the day. It went well. Glasses were ordered. Nobody blacked out this time. I even remembered her cool personal sunglasses for the dilation and she wouldn't have to wear the dorky ones they hand out. "A" Game on!
Unfortunately, things went more typically for me after that. After a 25 minute drive to my mom's for the boys to mow her lawn, the lawn mower wouldn't start...not even a little bit. We had to get on the road to Beaverton. So, I headed to my In-laws' who had agreed to drop my boys at a church-sponsored all nighter later on. All the while I was praying Friday, spring break traffic would hold off until I could get safely back to my home exit. Since they would be gone, when we arrived, my mom-in-law had shared the code to get the boys into the house. Warning bells rang all over the place when this plan went into place but I proceeded with hope. Sure enough, it wouldn't work for us. I am code challenged and as it turns out, so are my boys. The boys were determined to handle this and wouldn't let me call my husband for help. When they started picking up stones to remedy the situation, I put a stop to it and told them they'd just have to wait outside. We were able to read through the window the nice note Grandma had written to them welcoming them and telling them to make themselves at home, so that was nice. The clock was telling me that I had to move on to pick up my daughter's friends from school and ferry them home with me for a sleepover. PLUS, I had to get home for an Easter music practice being held at my house in a little over an hour. Did I mention we live an hour away and this was Friday before spring break and 217 and I-5...
So with all this in mind I drove off with my boys in my review mirror, sitting on Grandma's porch waiting for Grandpa and Grandma to get back in a couple of hours. Once at the school, I just had to wait for the girls to be dismissed and then get back on the road. To my surprise, the younger of the two was entrusted with the class gold fish for spring break. "You may want to drop this off at their house." Her teacher told me. I looked at the clock and knew that wasn't possible, so little Splash was headed to Silverton for a sleepover. Of course, with my "I've got to get us on the road before the horrendous traffic takes over" driving skills, a good portion of fish water was spilled onto the pillow pet before we even made it out of the parking lot. And of course, the horrendous traffic had taken over. But we made it back to our house eventually. The practice was able to start without us and I was only 20ish (with emphasis on the "ish") minutes late.
The evening was looking up with a fun double date planned with friends from church, and I soon found myself seated at Red Robin. This time I threw caution to the wind and ordered the Coke AND a burger, fries and a half a bottle of ranch. It was fabulous. Our plan was then to go see Act of Valor but as we double checked, we found that not only would we be late, but the theater wasn't even playing it anymore. (Don't ask how you can be late to something that isn't even happening. But if one can be late to something like that, I will be.) So we did some more checking and found a different movie playing at the needed time at a different theater. It wasn't until we were well settled into our seats and starting the movie that I remembered I had emailed an invitation to a new attender at church to join us for the previous mentioned movie no longer in existence at a completely different theater at a completely different time. -Sigh- If that by itself isn't bad enough, he's thousands of miles from home, new to the area, homesick, gluten and everything intolerant, and......(really cringing here) it was his birthday.
I'm not really sure what the point is to all of this other than: 1) I am lame. 2) Drive carefully when you're hauling a goldfish. 3) If you are incompetent with codes and locks, you could very well just be generally incompetent.
Right now I am just hoping for all those caffeinated drinks to wear off and that our friend isn't a regular email checker.
