Never a Dull Moment!

I have had one of the busiest, craziest days! I had a non-stop day which began at my sons' school for Dr. Seuss' birthday. They had a green eggs and ham breakfast, and I went to help. As soon as that finished, I rushed home to meet with the student that I tutor once a week. Then, it was back to school for lunch duty. By then I was wiped out, and thought I would have the chance to sit for a moment.

When I got home, I realized that I had forgotten to take the roast out of the freezer that I was going to turn into pork chops. Into the microwave to defrost, and then I had a duel with the roast and the electric knife. I won, by the way. A phone call later, and it was time to pick up the boys.

Oh, yeah, it's Tuesday. That means we have to wait in the parking lot while Drew has choir practice. I got home by 3:30, ready to start dinner, and then the fun really began!

My nieces stopped by because their sister in college needed something faxed to her. I took care of that, and they left. Again, I pulled my now roast turned pork chops, ready to bread them. As my hands were deep into pork and breading, the phone rang. I saw it was my niece and thought if it is an emergency, she'll call back. She called back. She had run out of gas and was in our Church's parking lot. I told her I would be there shortly.

I called Andy to see which gas can to take. He told me which one, but it had almost no gas, and worse yet, no spout. I loaded the boys in the car and ran to the gas station, bought a new gas can and filled it. I got to my nieces, and prepared to put the gas in my sister's van. The gas can had a safety cap on the spout (like a medicine bottle), and I could not get it off! Neither could my nieces. Out of desperation, I called a friend who lives less than a block away, and her teenage son came and got the cover off. He left, we put the gas in, and I assumed that we were done, and I could go make dinner.

The car. wouldn't. start. And to make matters worse, it was blocking one of the entrances. I called my friend again and her two teenage sons came to push the van out of the way. After all this, I took the girls back to my house where they stayed until their Dad could get them. Finally, I could make dinner.

We had a lovely dinner, even if it was a little late. Tonight, I was scheduled to teach 7-10, but then they dropped my second hour which means I teach 7-8, and 9-10. Very frustrating as I hate the hour off in-between. I am just very, very tired.