That Kind of Day

I assure you, I suffer no grand delusions that I am the lone momma when it comes to executing days like these. One of my highest aspirations in life is that they happen about once a year. It's May-- almost half way through. We'll see. I'd hate to be a show-off.

Made dinner for a friend who had surgery.

Gave spelling tests.

Attended Family Educator Morning at the Kimbell Art Museum.

Became drenched in torrential downpour after Kimbell.

Drove home to get rain paraphernalia while kids ate would-have-been picnic in the car.

Attended Apple Store One to One.

Purchased Starbucks for same friend who had surgery.

Visited friend to deliver dinner and coffee.

Returned library books to prevent fines that could potentially wipe out our life savings.

Acquired “theatrical pink” tights for Julia at the ballet store for that night’s full dress rehearsal.

Bought table cloths for a lunch for 75 on Sunday.

Stopped at friend’s house to do make-up for full dress rehearsal.

Delivered Julia and friends to the bowels of Scott Theatre-- risking our lives to cross busiest intersection in Fort Worth.

Grabbed a not so nutritious bite to eat with Brighton.

Stopped by Target for bread and eggs.

Picked up Julia and friends at Scott Theatre.

Dropped off friends.

Home. Finally.

Fed semi-nutritious snack.

Tucked kids.

Prepared necessary coffee so I could be awake when Jeff got home.

Heard 5 minutes later:

B from his bed: I need help!!!!!!

From the couch: What’s the matter, B?

B: My CD is skipping and I don’t want to get out of bed!!! The noise is ANNOYING!

From the bottom of the stairs: Can you help me understand WHY you don’t want to get out of bed?

B: Because I am TIRED!! You KNOW what kind of day I’ve had!