I have decided to crawl into a hole for the rest of the day. Lacking a hole, I may just have to settle for my bed which is probably more comfortable anyway now that I think about it. I think I’ll take my portable DVD player with me. I’m worn out.
This morning began normally with me hauling multiple children out of bed. Link was perpetually side tracked today. I pretty much had to dress him to get him to school only 10 minutes late. Ditto for Kiki on the perpetually side-tracked. Gleek is always difficult to maneuver into clothes and off to school. Nothing different there. I arrived home from all of that, relaxed for a whole 15 minutes before I piled into my van with Nancy and her two kids to take them to the airport.
Then came the hauling of luggage and children to the ticket terminal. The ticket man kindly gave me a pass so that I could go to the gate with my sister and help her with her kids. So I got to help Nancy stand in a huge line at the security gate. As I removed my shoes and all personal belongings I wondered what all the point was with the security hoopla. I certainly felt annoyed rather than safe. We then sat at the gate together until I had to duck out. My neighbor was flying back from a business trip in California and I offered to pick him up so that his wife and infant would not have to make the drive. Then his plane was late.
I went straight from dropping him off to my appointment with the tax accountant. An appointment for which I was less than completely prepared because I forgot to print out some necessary reports. Oh, an they remodeled their building. The driveway isn’t where it used to be which I discovered by distractedly driving over the curb. Thump! Yeah. I’m an idiot. (In my defense, that spot had been the driveway for over 10 years. Who expects a business to move their driveway?)
Now I’m back home and I’m not going anywhere until it isn’t today anymore. Maybe by tomorrow it won’t be windy and snowy and cold.
(Note to Nancy and my neighbor: I really didn’t mind going to the airport. I’m just tired now and ready to be home. Oh, and feeling dumb about the tax stuff.)
Not a fun day to be driving around. Lots of snow, and heavy, wet snow it was too. It sounds like you got to miss the rush hour traffic though. Some people like to have long, hot showers or leisurely bubble-baths after a day like you had. Hopefully you were able to find some way to unwind. Perhaps Kiki could make dinner tonight?
Not a fun day to be driving around. Lots of snow, and heavy, wet snow it was too. It sounds like you got to miss the rush hour traffic though. Some people like to have long, hot showers or leisurely bubble-baths after a day like you had. Hopefully you were able to find some way to unwind. Perhaps Kiki could make dinner tonight?
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I have the same issues… Remember last year with the UK flight scare? The bins you then had to dump all your liquids into?
I want to meet the idiot who came up with that fix… He needs slapping…
ANYWAYS, Sandra, don’t feel like an idiot. Everyone has their days (and yeah, i find they often string together) where things just don’t want to go right… ‘Curbing’ the car isn’t new, and you certainly aren’t the last victim…
However, I give my full support to staying inside until tomorrow… I believe I shall join you in your effort, as a sign of solidarity…
And it’s getting cold out, and cold = bad…
Go make Howard do stuff for you. Maybe that will help.
In fact, Howard… Go prepare a hot bath for your wife… She deserves a little hiding time…
I have the same issues… Remember last year with the UK flight scare? The bins you then had to dump all your liquids into?
I want to meet the idiot who came up with that fix… He needs slapping…
ANYWAYS, Sandra, don’t feel like an idiot. Everyone has their days (and yeah, i find they often string together) where things just don’t want to go right… ‘Curbing’ the car isn’t new, and you certainly aren’t the last victim…
However, I give my full support to staying inside until tomorrow… I believe I shall join you in your effort, as a sign of solidarity…
And it’s getting cold out, and cold = bad…
Go make Howard do stuff for you. Maybe that will help.
In fact, Howard… Go prepare a hot bath for your wife… She deserves a little hiding time…
Yeah, crawly-holes are overrated.
(Taxes! Shoot, I need to get on that.)
Yeah, crawly-holes are overrated.
(Taxes! Shoot, I need to get on that.)