I woke up wondering how I got out of China and what day it was. Seriously. As soon as I emerged, bleary eyed, from my bedroom, daughter #2 accosts me with, “Mom, you need to drive me again this morning so I can be to band by 7:00.”
“No.”
“But MOM, it’s concert week!”
“What? Where’s the note? When is the concert?” I’m really out of the loop, apparently.
So, I throw some shoes and a jacket on over my pajamas, write out a bunch of lunch money checks, make sure John has some honey-nut cheerios, and get in the car. It’s pouring rain. No, it’s snowing. Wait, isn’t it the end of April? As I drive her through the snow turning to hail, I see the Hawaiian ice shed is now up. Am I in some kind of alternate reality? Nothing makes sense this morning!
Daughter number three had better dress VERY warmly, as her class is going to Camp Floyd for a fieldtrip today, and Daughter number 3 is supposed to have a walking fieldtrip to the junior high to see Fiddler on the Roof. “if I were a rich man….didle, deedle, deedle, digger doodle deedle deedle do…”
And daughter number 1 proudly shows me her learners permit. It’s crazy, I tell you!
And I promise I don’t drink or do drugs. It just feels that way.
That must have been one strong episode of Castle last night.
I get it. Go get a pedicure.
Actually, with Robin in town this week, I’m guessing Paige *will* be getting a manicure this week. 🙂
Let’s hope so…My toes look terrible!
WHAT? a learners permit?!?! man alive, they grow to dang fast.