It started out as a less than stellar day. 3:34a.m. comes awfully quick when you fall asleep in the recliner at 12:23a.m.
Husband had to leave early for a meeting so he wasn't able to get breakfast going like he usually does. Not three minutes out the door and I realize that my wallet was in the car he was driving. Not a problem except that I knew I only had enough gas to make it to the only gas station within 17 miles and no further. Dammit all. I needed my wallet.
It didn't take much and I was completely overwhelmed. The day's activities were going to require more energy than I had. I needed an extra pair of hands. I rescheduled Joy School and tried to get a hold of my Husband.
I called. He answered. And he said he'd call me back. He never did. Instead, he showed up with my wallet and a movie he rented for me on his way back. God love him! I couldn't ask for much more than that.
But then, somehow, I got behind again and was running late. Scrunch was only answering to "Charlie" (as in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) and was belting out songs about heaven only knows what as she got in and out and in and out of the tub. Porkchop, totally wasted from his nocturnal awakenings slept like a bear and then woke up a starving beast. It all seemed to happen at once, and good glory I was tired, and still in need of an extra pair of hands.
Then, as we're trying to leave the house, I lost my car keys-the kids already buckled in. Ten minutes of frantic searching and Scrunch starts with her notorious "Mom, what-you doing?" Exasperation in my tone I snapped at her that I was looking for my keys.
"You forgot something."
Okay. I'll bite. "What did I forget?"
"You left your keys right here."
Sure enough. Sitting in the handle of her door are my keys. Awesome. I'm about to lose it, but really can't worry about it because I'm willing the vehicle on gas fumes into the station. It was then that I remembered that the adapter for my pump (necessary) and my hooter hider (nice to have unless you're oncoming traffic in which case it is necessary) are in Husband's car. Oh for the love!! All I'm trying to do is to take my kids to sit on Santa's lap. Is that so much for a mom to ask? I'm asking him for an extra pair of hands, so help me!
And then a bit of Christmas magic.
For of all the exotic places my Dad has traveled recently, he somehow ended up within thirty minutes of here with a free afternoon, carrying two Candied Ginger Pumpkin Spice Yummy Pies, and quickly got me a Dr. Pepper. If I wasn't a believer before, I am now. I got myself an extra pair of hands for the afternoon. My only problem then was that I couldn't think of anything else to ask from Santa.
Scrunch wants the gum I promised, and Porkchop would like one of these fuzzy red coats.
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