Going home and Going to bed...

            A recent move to an old family home has recently taken place, and with that a disruption to the organized chaos that I call my life is happening. The other morning, I woke up to get ready for work, and for Adam to inquire where his tennis shoes were. He was in desperate need of tennis shoes because he had been asked to dress “business casual” for work that day. I’m not sure where the tennis shoes fit into business casual, but I wasn’t going to argue about it so early in the morning. I searched for the shoes, having no idea where they had walked off too, but Adam was positive that I was the one that had packed his shoes so I HAD to know where they were. Now that I’m living in my deceased grandparent’s home, I feel the need to steal my grandfather’s catch phrase and describe what happened between Adam and I a “heated discussion.” Maybe I packed his shoes, I really had no idea at that time, and definitely didn’t know where they ended up. He’s since found the shoes, and I’m POSITIVE that I wouldn’t have placed them in the spot that he found them! Anyway, that was my morning! I dropped the kids off at daycare, headed to a long day of listening to a prosecuting attorney lecture on how to testify in court (training for a new job is not always so exhilarating). About half way through the day, and thinking about testifying I court, it popped into my head that my car’s tags would expire in exactly two days. From my other stories that I’ve posted, I’m sure you can imagine that I was completely unable to focus on what I should have been learning for work, all I could think about was getting new registration for my car! Luckily, I calmed my nerves somewhat by finding a Secretary of State office less than a mile from where I was, and I would be out by 4, therefore able to make it to SOS before it closed. The day was saved, or so I thought. I promptly left work that day in a rush and without saying goodbye to anyone, sped to the SOS office, walked in and without having to stand in line I walked up to the counter and was told that I would need to show my current registration and proof of insurance. I informed the woman that I would run to my car to get those and be right back. As I got to my car I searched, and searched, AND SEARCHED MORE…and then drove off too embarrassed to admit that I’d been driving for 6 months without proof of insurance or registration in my car. Of course I had no idea where they were, Adam had no idea where they were, and the expiration date was soon approaching. I drove home cautiously to avoid catching the eye of any law enforcement. About 40 minutes later I arrived back home in time to pick up a prescription that I needed, the pharmacy informed me that they had tried to call however couldn’t reach me…my prescription was on back-order…whatever that means! Okay, trying to stay calm… I head to our old house to pack up a few more loose items that we still needed to clean out and then to get the kids. I noticed that my car was low on gas, but I was positive I could make it to get the kids and then head directly to the gas station before driving to our new house. After arriving at daycare, I walked inside, gathered the kids and their belongings, walked outside to realize that my car was no longer running. You guessed it…OUT OF GAS. No worries, I would just call a friend or family, after all we knew everyone in the area. Well, the “everyone” that we knew must have all been together in an undisclosed location because nobody wanted to answer their phones or come help! Awesome! After 20 minutes of chatting and small talk with the daycare provider, the neighbor to the daycare center was able to help, I gave him $5 and he poured enough gas into my tank to get me safely to the gas station. After this day, I did not feel like cooking…so after getting gas we headed to McDonalds. I walked in carrying Presley who had pastel striped pants because she had “blown out” of her other diapers and pants and a red Chrismas shirt, and one sock. Let me tell you, I really looked like mother of the year tonight. Benji was more than excited but didn’t feel like eating much because there was a toy for him in his happy meal. Ahhh….going home and going to bed…what a day.

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