Thursday

Yesterday had its fair share of mishaps for me. It was my sister, Angel's, birthday, so I wanted to be #1 sister and have her present and balloons on her desk when she got to work. I took the kids to school early so that I could be sure to get there before she did. I get to the store (family owned) and my key doesn't work. UGH I had forgotten that my dad had changed the lock and I don't have a new key yet. So I go home to get my cell phone to call my dad to see if he is coming through town by any chance. No answer. Oh well. I go back to the store and put her balloons and present in front of the door so she'll see it as she walks up. I sit in the middle of the parking lot and wait...to be sure nobody steals it. I wait for 25 minutes and she is nowhere to be seen. She is ALWAYS at work by now. I don't have my cell phone on me because it was dead when I had gone to the house earlier, so I have to go BACK home to call her. I call...no answer. 10 minutes later I call again and wish her a happy birthday. Yay! She got my gift (didn't get stolen while I was gone) and she suspects I'm watching her. I'm not. LOL So, after some frustration, mission #1, birthday surprise: accomplished, with alterations.

Now I have to take our new kitten to the vet. Charles suggests I take the carrier, but I don't because she's small and I can just carry her in my arms. On the way to the vet she is all over me, nuzzling my hair, sitting on my shoulder, my lap, my feet. Sweet and cute, but I fear the officer at the gate of the Army base will inform me that it's against the law to have a cat loose in the car while driving. He doesn't. We do the whole vet thing, get shots, and all that. As we're getting in the car after shots, I am conscious of not releasing Furball into the car until I have shut my door, for fear of her running out. When I release her she runs to the back. I drive to the commissary to get eggs and ham for Chad's class and I don't hear a peep from Furball the whole way. I figured she had run and hidden and was mad at me. When I get to the commissary I want to find her so that I can make sure she's ok before I run in. She's nowhere to be found. I look under the seats, open the cargo door...no kitty. I start to call the vet and ask if anyone had brought her in, fearing I was mistaken and I somehow had NOT closed my door before releasing her and she had circled around and jumped out. I decide not to call the vet, thinking they might admonish me for not having her in a carrier. Of course, my next thought was, "I just spent $60 on this stray cat and now she's gone. I'm not calling Charles. He told me to use the carrier." So...I drive back across post to the vet clinic to see if she's out there. I look for roadkill as I get closer. None. Whew! I get out and call for her. Keep in mind, I have called for her the ENTIRE drive back, just in case she was in the car. No kitty. I decide to do one more thorough check of the car before facing shame and walking in the vet clinic to see if they've seen her. Kitty!! She was hidden way up under the front part of the passenger seat. Damn cat! I left her and drove back to the commissary, no longer feeling guilty about leaving her in the car for 15 minutes while I shop. LOL I still don't hear or see her on the drive. I shop, no cat when I get back. I get home, no cat. I just left the door open and she finally crawled out and came to the porch to eat. Hmph! Mission #2, vet clinic: accomplished, with some panic.

My day was broken up with some extra yummy homemade chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting with Angel and her salesmen. Angel is a wonderful baker. So, I had cake THEN lunch with Charles. Mission #3, get fat: accomplished. :)

So I get the kids from school, we do homework, etc., then go to gymnastics at 6:00 PM. I had to call Chad's soccer coach and let him know that Chad wouldn't be at the 6:30 soccer game. We had to choose and Chad chose gymnastics, and since I pay out the wazoo for each session, I decided we'd go with gymnastics tonight. We got to gymnastics 10 minutes early...except we were actually 50 minutes LATE. Gymnastics was at 5:00. Gymnastics is ALWAYS at 5:00. I still am not convinced we EVER went at 5:00. I thought for sure it was 6:00. How could I have mistaken that?? So, now Chad is upset that he is missing soccer, doesn't get to do gymnastics, and now wants to go to his soccer game. Do we have his uniform, shinguards, or cleats? Of course not. We were going to gymnastics. It's 5:55. I can make it home and make this happen. Nevermind that we have to PASS the soccer fields on the way home. Sigh... We drive the 15-18 minutes home behind mister slowpoke, grab his uniform, call the coach BACK to tell him we will be there after all, and get to the soccer game at 6:35. So, Chad doesn't start, no big deal. He gets put in at some point, but he never got to play offense. Apparently this is a big deal to him because he came off the field after the game whimpering. Nothing I can do about it. I should mention that during the game I didn't take my camp chair because I was so rushed, so I was just standing behind some parents watching. I stood back about 3 feet so that I wouldn't be hovering over them. Halfway through the game one of our obnoxious parents (her younger boys that play with Carter had already hurt his feelings at the last game by calling him a baby and fat)...anyway, she walked up and stood RIGHT in front of me. I mean, as if I was invisible. I stood there, thinking she would realize and move. She didn't. So I moved over so I could see. No need to start a fight at the child's soccer game, right? But I had full intention of saying something if she did it again. She finally went to the other end of the field because the boys couldn't hear her screaming at them from where we were. Mission #4, gymnastics: failed, soccer was a poor substitute in Chad's mind

Through all of this there was no dinner planned. I went through Little Caesar's in an effort to cheer Chad up (nevermind the fact that I had driven all over town and back to get him to soccer). For myself, I thought I would treat myself to WifeSaver since it had been in the back of my mind for a while and was near Little Caesar's. Ick! My chicken was NOT good. I can't pinpoint what the problem was, but it seemed cooked funny ( I know that's real specific, huh) and the skin was super thick...in a weird way. Very disappointing. Mission #5, dinner: failed in my opinion. Chad was happy though. Carter didn't care one way or the other. He's so easy.

After going through the drive thrus I managed to miss Survivor and then the SNL special wasn't even that good. :( LOL I tried to soothe myself with Oreos and milk, but that, too, was a disappointment. So I went to bed and now it's a brand new day! :) :) Maybe we'll go to the preseason ice hockey game tonight. That's always fun.