After my last meeting of the day, I swung by Target and picked up a vaporizer for my not-so-little daughter who has had a terminally stuffy nose. She’s had more ear issues than a box full of jackrabbits so I’m trying to keep her from another winter of back to back ear infections. Picked up some dinner (since it was just going to be the two of us) and we ate it together. Afterwards, we went upstairs to install the vaporizer and — d’oh — discovered the water canister was cracked.
I packed it up again and despite the fact that I’d changed into some sweater-pants and the coordinating hoodie (in red — I looked like a young Santa), I headed back to Target to exchange it. I was praying the whole way I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew.
I also forgot — again, to pick up my contacts.
I also still haven’t made it to the cleaners.
I got home and threw in a load of laundry, re-installed the vaporizer, did my daughter’s ear treatment, (don’t ask!) and settled in for two hours of catch up work, while quizzing my daughter about her day and whether she’d finished her homework. I’ve been gone for the last six days so all my work clothes are dirty and I’m feeling behind on everything, pointedly ignoring the giant dust bunnies in the corners and the fact that you could write Dust Me on my dining room table.
Put on the kettle for hot cocoa.
Checked some e-mail — heard from a high school friend from 20 years ago (Hey there, Andy!).
Started the dishwasher.
Talked to my mom on the phone. Let the dog out. Let the dog back in.
Made sure the dog got fed.
Put laundry in the dryer. Realized that I have about 20 thank you notes to write to all the wonderful people who helped me celebrate my birthday.
Sighed the sigh of the working mom, and added some Kaluha to my hot cocoa. (The girl calls it Ka-Hula).
I think I’ll go to bed early, but I really know better.
