Friday night was the end to a long day.
Friday night was the end of a long week.
Friday night was the end of a long trimester at school.
Friday night was at the culmination of a lot of different threads that, hopefully, we can put behind us.
Remember I sad I was busy?
Here is the deal. Start off (every day) with getting up, taking a pill the size of grain of rice. Can't eat anything before, or after for an hour. Wrangle the girls up and get them ready for school.
JENNA NEEDS TO WEAR RED TODAY -- No red shirts fit her.
JENNA CAN'T TIE HER SHOES -- No time to make this a teachable moment.
Oh, Papa is here for the morning performance at school -- let him in (down dogs, quit jumping).
Here Jenna, put on this pull over -- it's red and it is cold outside.
LOAD UP! (down dogs -- what did you tear up?!?!)
Boy, everyone is her for the last day of school and the performance! Traffic is bad, bad, bad. Did Kristin find a parking spot? What about Mom? Good.
OK, lets go in. Great, no good seats. Here come the kids! They keep coming, I don't think they will have enough room for all the classes... oops, a few classes have to go back to their rooms and actually do something (what will the teacher do now).
(hey, I'm getting sorta hungry)
Well, performance done, lets go to breakfast at Coco's.
Back home, Mike calls. He is coming over. Great, that just killed off an hour (we love you Mike -- you know it!)
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Enough time to go up to the accountant to have him look at the IRS notice? Eeeeh, not quite. Time to check e-mails. E-Vite for another Daisy scout party. Sorry, conflicts with two other things. (down dogs -- what the hell did you get into?!?!)
Traffic isn't as bad picking up Jenna. Hmmm, Caitlyn gets out in 40 minutes, enough time go home? Accountant! Let's go!
Teacher walks by, grinning "Sugar them up -- Send 'em home!"
Off to Brea. Good, dump the docs, he isn't here. Great Jenna hates the elevator (it is very dark), RUN DOWN THE STAIRS!
BACK to BRAIN: "Not good -- Less bounce, more glide. Want more ouch?"
Man, more traffic! Everyone gets out at 12:30 today... MOVE IT you idiot... not you baby... thankfully I find a spot to park.
LOAD UP! Dang, you got a bunch of stuff... WE ARE OFF TO DISNEYLAND! Crap, forgot the camera. STAY IN THE CAR. (down dogs -- what is that smell?!?!) We're off!
Jenna, wake up, we are here!
Crowds not too bad today... it must still be early. Dang, my feet hurt (note to self, get new shoes).
ICE CREAM! Good job girls, keep your face clean!
Matterhorn! Wheeeee!
BACK to BRAIN: "Not good -- Less jerky. Want more ouch?"
FEET to BRAIN: "MOAN -- What happened to the new shoes?"
"Hey girls, just remembered that we have to get the dogs some food... Let's go!"
"Dad, why did we park so far away?"
BODY TO BRAIN: "Why did we park so far away?"
Wow, traffic into the park is MUCH worse. Escaped just in time.
Pet store choice: Huge bag of food or a less huge bag of food. Girls barely get it into the cart. Now the fun part: a treat for the pups.
Home! (down dogs -- what did you do, you look guilty?!?!)
Pizza order. Why do they make it so f#*@&%! tough to just order. Pop ups, small buttons, counter intuitive flow. Can't order it to be delivered in an hour, so I have to wait 20 minutes. Grrrr.
Mom's home! (down dogs -- why do you stink?!?!)
Pizza guy is here!
Harriet is here!
Where are the decorations?
Have a beer, egg nog, and a break.
Pictures!
OMG -- Girls get ready for bed, Dad take the dogs on a walk, 'bye Harriet!
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E-mails, editing, snail mail, wow how it builds up (where is the paper?).
OMG time to go to....
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