Monday came too quickly after a full weekend of participating in a racquetball tourney (with a miserable cold and little sleep - whine, whine), in which a large group of high schoolers who are ON A TEAM (didn't realize they even had r-ball teams in school!) took the prizes (ok, it was just sweats, so I wasn't too disappointed) in my division. The real prize was the all you can eat (or did I just call it that?) food from Arby's. There was a sign, which I felt was targeted at me, that read "no hoarding of food." Well, maybe I should've paid attention to that - I'm thinking the mozz sticks did nothing for my game. And, thank god, I had the sense to wait on the chili and pepper poppers until AFTER my games. (Shall I hold the comments such as "or maybe then I really could have blown my competition away?")
Now let me "backup" (pun intended-read on my friends) a bit. I had been discussing the tourney with my rball buddy on the phone and had lots of things going on in my head for strategizin & stuff. I get in the car, open the garage door, and press on the gas pedal - WHACK!!! Wow. I am totally awake now! Uh, yea, I backed right into the van...Crap. I quickly assessed the damage - I put a few marks & a HOLE in the hubs bumper and nearly nothing on my big bad mama van. Do I run back in & tell on myself, or shall I phone my man on the way? OR...better yet...neither!! I let it hang until I got home.
Two yr old Bea kept me up the night before by coughing then running down the hallway, bursting open the door and saying "I want mommy!" WHY oh WHY did we take the containment bed, I mean crib, down???
I awoke with sore muscles, a sore throat, & a sore brain. I look in the mirror - holy heck and other assorted words! Please let the swelling go down on those eyes and - oh yuk - the dry, cracked, open crevice on the side of my mouth that was created by saliva leaking out my gaping mouth at night b/c I couldn't breathe out of my nose and my hair that looked like The Bride of Frankenstein - whites included.
As I am getting ready for work, the "raaaaaaaahhhhhh" took my attention off the mirror. My middle "slash - first born" (as there are seven yrs between my eldest and she) child screamed bloody murder about the butterfly shirt that "didn't feel right" and whose "pants are too tight" and on and on about the clothes - for the love of god - the clothes!! Let's not even mention the hair brushing. That kid can reach decibels I couldn't fathom a child producing unless they were getting an appendage cut off. Well, I finally got her out the door for school w/dad with all of 25 minutes to get myself and the 2 yr old ready. I tossed a waffle to B & turned on the TV while I had just enough time for a "whore bath" then threw on some clothes & did a pony - after the dollop of vaseline on my nasal area & desert lips. The usual Mon morning routine.
As I was taking Bea to the sitter's for the morn, I packed her a banana & drink. I brought a waffle & a to-go coffee for my "commute" to work. I attempt to get her out of the car (ouch on the tired r-ball muscles!), she throws a "do it myself" fit - so I grabbed her bag and notice she has taken her banana out & mushed the heck out of it trying to peel & eat it in the car. Only a small amount of mush was in her fuzzy coat.So, off for my 20 some mile drive to my first appt. Oh crud - I gotta go pee already! Damn coffee and nowhere to pee. I distract myself by croaking along with Adele with my sore throat voice that doesn't sound so much sexy/raspy as it does near-death.
As I near the exit off the hwy, I put my turn signal on. CLICK CLICK CLICK in rapid succession. The display reads "Check right turn lamp." Hmmmm...funny that's the same side that whacked the hardest when I backed into the van. Guess I better fess up again tonight. I approach the purple cow skull marker hanging on the fence, alerting me I'm near. Somehow I manage to pull in for my 9:00 appt. at 9:02 - how DO I do it?
