Am running 'round the house muttering to self, wearing one shoe and one slipper, eating breakfast at 12:30, and screeching to my cats, "Where's the DAMN phone?"
Ahh, the joys of getting ready to go away with the GIRLS.
Tuesday, the kids had swimming lessons and dentist appts.
Wednesday, multiple DEAD-freakin-lines, and the daughter has gymnastics. (which we were late for...for the 1st time EVER. She cried. Asked to quit. I refused. AM MEAN, HORRID Mummy. On the way out, she fallsinlovewith/buys a new gymnastics suit and vows to wear it next week. Ah-ha!)
Thursday(today), get my act together and go for 1.5 power walk with girlfriends as we kvetch about how shitty it is walking up 45 degree hill while old-fogey 97-year-old men pass us by on their bicycles. Damn you, old men! Come home, reply to 47-ty editor type people who want answers now, dammit, NOW. Get suitcase out and wonder if I should shop. Cat deems suitcase suitable sleeping unit. Move cat out of suitcase while on phone with an editor from a state starting with a G or maybe an I. Fill suitcase with wine instead of new clothes. Shall shop for underwear while away. Cat moves in on cushier new territory. Swear mightily at cat as it leaves trail of cat fur. Editor denies hearing anything. Promise feature story by the 22nd. Get ready to hit mall in search of giftie for middle child's friend, whose party is tomorrow. Arrange to have the husband take daughter to her hip-hop class tomorrow night, along with her little friend. Write note to same effect to husband and place on his desk. Then email him same info. Stir stew which I whipped up this morning. Remember suitcase sitting upstairs still bereft of clothing. Run out door with mismatched shoes (see above) and swear loudly. Wave at neighboreenos as they drag in their garbage bins.
Heee. It's all going so very smoothly.