I haven't blogged much this week, not because I had a boring week, but because I felt like I never really hit my stride. Every day something weird and quirky seemed to happen that threw me off track.
Monday: Everything was set up to be a relatively normal week. I was going to leave work and make my usual Monday evening Kroger run then go home and make a cheese ball for book club on Tuesday night and get settled in for a quiet tv-night at home. Well, I walked out the door from work to go to my car, and I could feel in the air that something was wrong. I looked back behind our building to the NW, and there was a bank of dark, threatening clouds. So, my whole drive home I was seeing lightning bolts in my rearview mirror and listening to the weather as I tried to beat the cold/storm front to M'boro. I didn't stop at Kroger, so I made it home before the weather. Phone rings: David is having radiator trouble, and is working on his car in between tornado warnings at his friend's house. He doesn't know when he'll be home, so i go ahead and make tacos and eat, and leave the stuff where he can just heat it up when he gets home. He arrives home: wet, tired, and cold at about 8:15. We go to bed early.
Tuesday: Take David to the radiator shop because his car is not driveable. They order a new radiator. I get to work about 11:00. I leave at 2:00 to take him back to the radiator shop to pick up new radiator. Tuesday night was book club at my house, but I was strangely idle all afternoon. My house was clean and ready for company. All I had to do was make the famous cheese ball for a snack. After that was done I watched Smallville until everyone arrived. It felt weird to not be bustling around at the last minute. I had even finished the book we were going to discuss.
Wednesday: Always weird because it's church night. I couldn't wait to be home for some reason. I got home from work and did lots of ironing. I also took some clothes to Phase II (consignment shop). *Expect a separate post some day soon about my weird clothing situation that I feel terrible for complaining about.
Thursday: Finally a somewhat normal day. We ate Chinese food for supper and watched a movie.
Friday: I don't know what this day will entail. Work is a flurry because we are approaching a deadline for the Spring 2008 quarter, so there are lots of last-minute corrections going on there. David is out of soap and shampoo, so if I want a nice-smelling husband I need to stop by Target on my way home. I also have to sort out the kids' shirts for the Christmas musical workshop which starts tomorrow (that will merit a whole other post, I'm sure).
I'm sure about one thing: I'm about to cave and buy some Crocs. I want these shoes in cotton candy of course.
I hope this post hasn't been too rambly. I mostly did it for myself. It's helped me to write it down and look back at how weird this week has actually been.
3 comments:
Can't wait to see your post about your experience with Phase II or adult clothing consignment. Sounds like it will be good.
Eddie
The Fleece Crocs are adorable - I haven't caved and bought any either - my foot is big enough without having on a big shoe, but ...I don't know ...the Chocolate brown ones are REALLY cute and the red ones ...and the black ones. :)
RRB
MICHELE, WE,RE REALLY ENJOYING YOUR BLOG...KEEP IT UP...LOVE GRANDAD AND MOM G
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