My Day by Amy
I started my day as usual, up at 6:20, breakfast eaten, lunches packed, kid dressed, off to work. After I drive to work, I get out of the car and start walking toward the door. Another person is walking close behind me and it is that uncomfortable distance where maybe they should pass but it would be a slow pass and so I do what anyone would do, speed up. I zip down the side walk and when I turn to enter my building, my pinky toe comes in hard (and quite painful) contact with the cement retaining walk lining the sidewalk. Ouch! I didn't even stop though, I kept on until I got to my office. It looked bad (looks worse now, about 10 shades of black/purple/blue/red). The nail was almost ripped off so I trimmed the jagged edges. Not an auspicious start to my day.
Around lunch, I was chatting with Mike on the phone and he asks me about my schedule so I look at my calendar and, oops, we are supposed to go and get iz's shots today. Completely forgot about it. Luckily the appt was later, but had to change plans and leave work early.
When I leave work to pick up hubby and kid, I see a huge silver thing in my tire. Bigger than a nail, maybe a large bolt? It is sticking out of my front driver's side tire which looks suspiciously low. I wouldn't worry about it too much except I am due to take a 4 hour drive tomorrow to visit my sis and we have a doctors appt so dont' know how we are going to fit in "tire fix it" time.
After getting Iz and we rush to the doc praying to the pediatrician gods that it won't be a long wait. We walk in and the waiting room is full. No telling how long it will be. I call the tire place on my cell and they say they can fix it today, but it has to be there by 4:30 (it was 4 when I called them) so Mike stays with kid and I rush to deal with car. I decide to change carseat to second car, drop off first car, then run back to pick them up in the second car (the fix would take 2.5 hours).
I drive home, change carseat to other car (which is a piece of crap, can barely drive and we never put Iz in it unless it is an emergency) and drive to the tire place. This is where my carefully thought through plan breaks down. How do I get back to crap car to go and fetch iz? Well, that is where my exercise comes in. I hoofed it, broken toe and all, back home to get crap car. I kept worrying that Mike would call when I was halfway there and I would have to tell him it would be 30 more minutes. As fate would have it, he was done almost exactly when I pulled up to the office.
The End.
P.S. I am off tomorrow for the weekend. I have earned my mini shopping spree and plan to enjoy it. Hope I can find some things I like. Have a great weekend!
# posted by amy @ 9:56 PM
