2. At 9:40am, I suddenly realized I had neglected to do any promotion for today's guest host on my blog. Ack! I hastily made the rounds, posting on all the loops, but because I'd shut down my computer last night instead of going stand-by, had to look up the log-ins for the five different reader forums I post in as well. Clock ticking: 10:10am by the time I get done. No problem. I can still get ready and be out by 10:45am, just enough time to get there about 5 mins late. That's okay--doctors nefariously run late, right?
3. As I'm about to walk out the door, 10:46am, I receive a call from Twin #2 at school, who claims to be having "severe stomach pains," and can I come get him? No, I can't. Not right now, because I'm late for my appointment and it is too late to cancel. The ensuing discussion leaves me with only 15 mintues to make a 20 min trip. I can still do this. I think.
4. Just as I'm nearing the intersection where I must turn to go to my doctor's office, my cell phone rings. It is the nurse at Twin #2's school. Drat, I think, maybe he's barfed all over someone. As the nurse repeats to me the EXACT SAME STORY Twin #2 told me five minutes ago, and asks if I can come get him, and I tell her the EXACT SAME STORY I told him, no I can't, I miss my turn. Must go all the way around the block to get back. I quickly call the doctor's office--gonna be 10 mins late. Except, because I hit EVERY FREAKING RED LIGHT IN AMERICA, I'm actually 15 mins late, but they take me anyway.
5. 12:15pm--I call Twin #2's school and am told he is still feeling bad--but not so bad he decided to skip lunch--and he's back in the nurse's office. So, even though I have to go through the drive-thru for Twin #1's lunch because I ran out of time to make him anything, I don't have to buy Twin #2 anything. This is good. I get in the long line at J in the B, and have just enough time to get over to the school to pick up BOTH my kids at 12:45pm.
BUT...on the way to Twin #1's PT, I decide to make a quick pitstop at CVS Pharmacy because I am convinced Twin #2 just has gas (which I told the school nurse, but whatever). "Stay in the car. I'm setting the alarm. Don't open the doors. This will only take a minute!" I race inside, pick up some Gas-X and go to the counter to buy it. I give the saleslady my CVS bucks coupon for a discount. She says, "I need your card number." I don't have it, so I give her my phone number. "You're not in my system." "Of course I am--how did I get the CVS coupon mailed to my home as a card-carrying member of the CVS coupon club if I'm not in your system?" She insists I'm not, I insist I am, and a Mexican Standoff ensues--until I hear my car alarm go off outside and realize one of the boys has gotten out of the car. It's Twin #2, of course, and he says over the blaring alarm after running inside, "I gotta go to the bathroom!" I hit the alarm key button, pay the lady full price, and race out to check on Twin #1 while Twin #2 races to the bathroom. Then I race to the bathroom to hurry Twin #2 along since we still have to make the PT appointment at 1:15pm.
6. We hop into the car while I shovel Gas-X into Twin #2. We get to the PT appointment right on time, and Twin #1 goes in while I wait with Twin #2 in the waiting room. Miraculously, after 30 mins (a time period in which I cannot call Twin #2's doctor to make an appointment because they are at lunch), he begins to feel better. It was, after all, just gas.
7. Despite having eaten lunch, after Twin #1's PT, Twin #2 wants a hamburger. And since Twin #2 is having one, Twin #1 wants another cheeseburger. Back to J in the B. Back to school at 2:20pm to drop both kids off for the rest of the school day.
8. 2:30pm Head to the music shop where my kids have music lessons to pay tuition fees for the month. Have long, intense discussion with music tutor about whether the kids are ready to play in a quartet in public next week. I think they're not ready--the quartet, not my kids--she says they are. She's insulted that I doubt her, but we agree if we can squeeze in another practice, I and the kids will feel better about the fact that the fourth member in the quartet sounds like she's playing with her feet, not her hands.
9. 3:00pm, off to the drug store to pick up my multiple prescriptions for my various advancing middle-agedness.
10. 4:25pm Sitting and waiting for Twin #1 to come home so I can whisk him off to the haircutter's while Twin #2 stays late for tutoring in math, which he is barely passing, at school. Twin #1 looks like a homeless person with a nappy head and I've been trying to drag him to the hair cutter for three weeks now. I will no longer give him a choice. I'm to go pick up Twin #2 by 5pm if I can get Twin #1 in and out of the hair cutter's by then. Twin #1 was supposed to have been home 5 mins ago, so naturally, he's late. I drop Twin #1 off, race to school to get Twin #2, race back and overtip the haircutter for watching my kid while I was gone.
11: 9:15pm I won't even tell you how the rest of the evening went, but it involves--among other things--banning the kids from all social media until they finish the homework they swore they didn't have. Twin #1 is still working on his as bedtime ticks past.
So, now you know why my blood pressure was 149/84 (high) today. Is it just me, or does anyone else have days like this on a regular basis (which is what I do)?
:-)
TJB
