What I’ve done so far today:
Got up at 6:45. Got Madalyn up and dressed for school and on the bus. Showered. Got JZ up. His diaper had leaked so I had to strip him and hose him down in the shower. Got his breakfast, managed to get myself dressed and hair fixed, got JZ dressed, took him to preschool. Went directly to the newspaper to place yard sale ad, then to the lab to have a blood draw, then Home Depot for more water and then on to Walmart to pick up some things. Came home, unloaded the car, put groceries away, and headed down to Madalyn’s school to have lunch with her. Robert was here when I got home and we realized our only option was for me to drive him down to C****, where he was due to make P.A. announcements at the basketball tournament and then broadcast one of the games later tonight. Drove down with him (30 minutes) and back (30 minutes). Went straight to old house to let in housecleaner and pick up some boxes of things to price for the sale and then came home. Unloaded car, changed cats’ water, cleaned up cat puke. Now I’m “resting,” if one can call it that. I have been sitting down for approximately 5 minutes. In another ten minutes or so Madalyn’s bus will arrive. I will have to fling her dance outfit on her, jump in the car, blaze down to the preschool to pick up Johnny, then drop Madalyn at dance and find something for myself and JZ to do for 45 minutes. I’ll pick her up at 4 and we will come home, but, oh, it doesn’t end there! Robert needs to be picked up, you see. So, at his suggestion, we are going to head down there about 6:30, have a bite to eat at the restaurant, then go see the boys’ basketball game, after which we will all come home together, arriving probably close to 10 p.m. No rest for the wicked, I guess.
Anyone realize how much of this could’ve been avoided if we only had a second car? Oy.