Did you guys know yesterday was Wednesday?
Yeah. I figured that one out about eight hours prior.
As Cody rolls his suitcase through the living room:
"Boy, you're packing early. You don't leave until Wednesday!" I remarked, folding clothes, lightly thinking about his next coast-to-coast trip.
"You know tomorrow is Wednesday, right?" Cody responded at 7:54 PM.
It was as though I ran into a wall without standing up.
Isn't is amazing what one day off can do to a routine?
Since your kids are out on summer break and you still haven't put on mascara, let me tell you about our Memorial Day Weekend and the days that have since followed.
Yeah. I figured that one out about eight hours prior.
As Cody rolls his suitcase through the living room:
"Boy, you're packing early. You don't leave until Wednesday!" I remarked, folding clothes, lightly thinking about his next coast-to-coast trip.
"You know tomorrow is Wednesday, right?" Cody responded at 7:54 PM.
It was as though I ran into a wall without standing up.
Darn You Three Day Weekend!
Isn't is amazing what one day off can do to a routine?
Since your kids are out on summer break and you still haven't put on mascara, let me tell you about our Memorial Day Weekend and the days that have since followed.
At approximately 3:12 PM Saturday I ran out of cash at the Amish greenhouse and tried really hard to bargain with two 10-year-olds who only spoke dutch. They had no interest in trading succulents for Caroline's dishwashing talents, so we rolled outta there without hens & chicks. I told them I'd come back Monday with adequate funds...but I didn't have the guts to show my face again.
At approximately 5:07 PM Saturday afternoon unexpected company rolled up our lane. My genetics kicked in and I instinctively grabbed everything I could find and threw it someplace no one would ever think to look: the shower.
At 9:00 PM the day cooled down, I had planted every thing I'd purchased, I put Caroline in the kiddie corral and started a shower for myself. I let the bathroom fill with steam then cracked the window for some awesome springtime air.
Then I climbed in.
Twenty seconds later, my soil-covered self came to realize that I was suddenly showering with everything I'd hidden in the shower at 5:07 PM.
Twenty seconds later, my soil-covered self came to realize that I was suddenly showering with everything I'd hidden in the shower at 5:07 PM.
Who else in the entire history of the world can say they have showered with:
Two issues of Country Living
A Farm Bureau bill
A lapel pin from judging the Ft. Worth Stock Show
Two dirty dish towels
A cup of oatmeal, 12 hours old
A baby spoon
An oatmeal-caked bib
Keys to a 4-wheeler
A wedding invitation from 2016
A light bulb
Two packets of hotel coffee
and finally: Caroline's rubber ducky.
I do believe I've never had that much fun in the shower.
Everything is now drying on the back patio.
Everything is now drying on the back patio.
The next afternoon I drug myself into CVS and bought
Dry shampoo
Waterproof mascara
Diapers
A sympathy card
A probiotic
Shoe polish
and finally: Wine
With every scanned "BEEP" I felt like I was being judged.
But then I thought: add manure to this fiasco and it's pretty well my life summed up in a red plastic basket.
With every scanned "BEEP" I felt like I was being judged.
But then I thought: add manure to this fiasco and it's pretty well my life summed up in a red plastic basket.
An hour later we returned home and I sat in my vehicle and leaned against the headrest while Caroline slept, 18 inches away. We sat there for less than two minutes and I drifted to sleep, dreaming about the state of California sinking into a sea of Pace Picante.
So that's my life right now.
For Caroline's first Memorial Day Weekend we honored, listened, swung, prayed, sang, ate, twirled, rocked, climbed, drove, checked, watched, rolled, giggled, and rested very, very little. And Caroline still woke at 4:03 AM Tuesday morning. We are committed to teaching her the true meaning of Memorial Day.
It wasn't until the "Boy, you're packing early. You don't leave until Wednesday!" comment on Tuesday evening that I remembered that I'd lost a day of writing in this week.
On Wednesday afternoon my trusty Outlook calendar kindly reminded me that I had a dentist appointment in 15 minutes. Again: I thought it was tomorrow.
I texted my boss and told him I'm an idiot and would be leaving early, went to the ladies' restroom and flossed/brushed my teeth, then sped out of the office as a woman on a mission.
Ten minutes later I found myself parking my car at the pediatric center, not the dentist. I sat in the parking lot for ten seconds quite confused. Where am I and how did I get here? It was as though my car was on auto-pilot from the last 6 months of ear infections.
I'm convinced that stress overload and a three day weekend can cause havoc on any (semi-) sane person.
So here I am.
Hoping the Farm Bureau bill dries out before it is due and awaiting a new fitting for my night gear retainer, at age 32.
Life has a funny way of humbling people
when they think they have it all together.
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