After my workout I went down to the cafeteria anticipating to purchase one of their glorious breakfast tacos. I had been thinking about their breakfast tacos since 4 AM when I spontaneously decided to rearrange Anna's furniture in her room (more on that later). I only ate some of John's reject waffles this morning so I could enjoy my brunch in peace by myself before I picked up the kids from childcare. After all, I don't usually get to eat until 2 ish because I'm occupied with feeding Anna and making/serving John's lunch at the time when I would normally be eating. But eating is overrated anyway. Guess what? No more breakfast tacos for the day...all gone. "You need to get here earlier!" says the perky man behind the counter. Oh, man behind the counter....tsk...tsk...if you ONLY KNEW how much effort it took me to get here by 10:30 you would NOT be saying THAT TO ME: A hormonal woman who desperately NEEDED a YMCA breakfast taco this morning. Somehow I fall for his sales pitch to get a smoothie instead. Didn't quite hit the spot.
I went to pick up the kids from childcare and decided I should really get just ONE of my errands done....how about buying my 2 jumbo boxes of diapers from Babies r Us? Oops. I left all my coupons at the house in one of my other 50 diaper bags. Turn the car around. How about the grocery store just for some lunch meat? We have nothing to eat for lunch at home. I see Anna doing her pre-meltdown pouting face in the rearview mirror. Nope. Turn the car around again. OK, let's go to the Kolache Factory! I can get my breakfast fix and feed John lunch. At this point I've driven in a circle for 10 minutes.
We unload everyone and eat inside the Kolache Factory. I know, what ambiance, huh? John decides to eat only microscopic bites around the outside circle of the kolache. Great. My plan was foiled. I still have to fix lunch when I get home.
So I arrive at home and race from the garage into the house while shielding my children from the Great 2009 Lizard Infestation. This is an infestation of biblical proportions. Yesterday I counted SEVEN lizards in our driveway just standing around, scurrying to and fro. It was really disturbing because normally they hide out in the flower beds, not in the driveway exposed. It was gross. I didn't want to step foot outside. It must've been the rain we had day before last that displaced them from their homes.
So back to rearranging furniture in the middle of the night. While feeding Anna during her 4 AM feedings the past few nights I've been eyeing the new chest of drawers in there and am loving it but the other furniture needs to be rearranged so it works better. So I moved around several pieces of furniture after I put her back to sleep last night.
Lessons Learned Today:
It's almost impossible to run a "quick" errand anywhere with these two unless its Target or at the Mall.
Lizards are so wretched. Why did God make us live on the same planet with them? They're too big (read: a high gut-spillage factor) to kill, yet small enough to get inside your house and make you crazy.
John doesn't like kolaches
Buy the YMCA breakfast taco BEFORE working out, eat it AFTER
Rearranging furniture at 4 AM doesn't always yield the best layout
Taking a shower before 3 PM is a luxury
1 comment:
look on the bright side...more lizards equals fewer mosquitos. lizards have become our friends in Indonesia.
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