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One of THOSE Days...Again
Have you ever had one of those days were nothing at all goes according to plan? Well, I've just had three of them. In a row. At this point, I'm not at all certain that I really want to find out what monkey wrenches ol' Murphy is going to throw into my day tomorrow either. ::eyerolls::
I didn't get my sandbox time on Sunday due to the unexpectedly early arrival of Elise (granddaughter #2). Ashley (granddaughter #1) was here all weekend, as scheduled. Elise was supposed to get here about an hour after Ash left for her Dad's. Instead, she was here all afternoon, which was great that the two of them got to play (which doesn't happen often)--but it really killed any chance of *my* playtime. Then after Ash left, we headed out for dinner and KMart for a few necessities. By the time I got Elise into pj's, gave her a snack, made her brush teeth, read her a story, and got her to sleep, it was waaaay too late to sandbox. ::pouts::
But don't get me wrong here--I loved having them both visit and really did enjoy my day with them. It's just not what I had planned.
Then today, things were going along fairly well. I got my three loads of laundry finished without even having to wait for a washer or dryer to open up. That NEVER happens! I had been thinking about heating leftovers for dinner about the time Hubs called. Whereas he'd normally be almost home at the time he called, he was just leaving work. And he had eBay packages to mail. By the time they'd get back on this side of the river, all the POs would be closed. So he decides he's going to have the lady he rides with drop him off in the city we used to live in, about 30 mins north of here, where he can use the automated mailing center. Then he's planning to take the bus back here, which wouldn't get him home until around 8pm. At which point *I'd* have to fix him dinner...
My response to this plan? NO. WAY. Even if I only heated up the leftovers, I'd still have to clean up after and I'm not a fan of being stuck in the kitchen until ten at night. Period. He *knows* this. So he eventually agreed that I could just pick him up and we'd eat out. We went to a new place (54th Street Grill) and were both quite pleased with our meals. He had a chicken sandwich and fries, while I had Maui Jim's Chicken Salad--YUM!
So now I'm off to make some progress on the zine fic--I hope!
I didn't get my sandbox time on Sunday due to the unexpectedly early arrival of Elise (granddaughter #2). Ashley (granddaughter #1) was here all weekend, as scheduled. Elise was supposed to get here about an hour after Ash left for her Dad's. Instead, she was here all afternoon, which was great that the two of them got to play (which doesn't happen often)--but it really killed any chance of *my* playtime. Then after Ash left, we headed out for dinner and KMart for a few necessities. By the time I got Elise into pj's, gave her a snack, made her brush teeth, read her a story, and got her to sleep, it was waaaay too late to sandbox. ::pouts::
But don't get me wrong here--I loved having them both visit and really did enjoy my day with them. It's just not what I had planned.
Then today, things were going along fairly well. I got my three loads of laundry finished without even having to wait for a washer or dryer to open up. That NEVER happens! I had been thinking about heating leftovers for dinner about the time Hubs called. Whereas he'd normally be almost home at the time he called, he was just leaving work. And he had eBay packages to mail. By the time they'd get back on this side of the river, all the POs would be closed. So he decides he's going to have the lady he rides with drop him off in the city we used to live in, about 30 mins north of here, where he can use the automated mailing center. Then he's planning to take the bus back here, which wouldn't get him home until around 8pm. At which point *I'd* have to fix him dinner...
My response to this plan? NO. WAY. Even if I only heated up the leftovers, I'd still have to clean up after and I'm not a fan of being stuck in the kitchen until ten at night. Period. He *knows* this. So he eventually agreed that I could just pick him up and we'd eat out. We went to a new place (54th Street Grill) and were both quite pleased with our meals. He had a chicken sandwich and fries, while I had Maui Jim's Chicken Salad--YUM!
So now I'm off to make some progress on the zine fic--I hope!