Every other Monday I have the day off work, retribution for working every other weekend. And pretty much every Monday I'm off the schedule the powers that be schedule a meeting right in the middle of the afternoon, which is absolutely essential that I attend. The end result is that the important errands I like to run on that blessed day off have a limited amount of time to get accomplished. Unfortunately, I work three towns over.
Today I was running the important errands accompanied by three boys, ages 10, 8, and 6, who really wanted to come along for some reason I didn't quite see. I think it had something to do with the hope of super ball vending machines magically meeting with an outpouring of benevolence from Mom in respect to quarters. Here's where it gets silly.
We piled into the sedan and I began to ferry us down Main St., when a thought occurred to me. I had no idea where we were going. There were errands. In town. They were important. I couldn't remember what in the world they were. "Hey guys," I said, "Does anyone here know where we're going?"
Oldest son helpfully supplied, "Wal-Mart, Mom." We got to Wal-Mart, parked, and it hit me. I forgot the shopping list. And the payment for the car insurance I was going to pay. Well, we're already at Wal-Mart, so I might as well get that much done. Throughout the trip, anxious children kept pestering me. "Mom, maybe you should call Dad and ask what's on the list." I know what's on the list, smart-alec children.
After Wal-Mart, we returned home. As soon as I got inside, husband asked, "Did you pick up the glasses?"
Aye, me. I forgot to get daughter's glasses. I also forgot to stop and pay the insurance again. It was ten minutes to five, so I ran out the door again (sans sons). Half-way to the eye doctor's it occurred to me, I still forgot to bring the insurance payment. That's okay. I knew the amount down to the cents and I could just write another check. Finished the errands by five. Got home.
It occurred to me a while later...where's the Wal-Mart groceries? Heh, that's right. Still in the trunk.
Surprisingly enough, I only missed one item off the shopping list, and none of the frozen stuff melted. I think I am vindicated.
Today I was running the important errands accompanied by three boys, ages 10, 8, and 6, who really wanted to come along for some reason I didn't quite see. I think it had something to do with the hope of super ball vending machines magically meeting with an outpouring of benevolence from Mom in respect to quarters. Here's where it gets silly.
We piled into the sedan and I began to ferry us down Main St., when a thought occurred to me. I had no idea where we were going. There were errands. In town. They were important. I couldn't remember what in the world they were. "Hey guys," I said, "Does anyone here know where we're going?"
Oldest son helpfully supplied, "Wal-Mart, Mom." We got to Wal-Mart, parked, and it hit me. I forgot the shopping list. And the payment for the car insurance I was going to pay. Well, we're already at Wal-Mart, so I might as well get that much done. Throughout the trip, anxious children kept pestering me. "Mom, maybe you should call Dad and ask what's on the list." I know what's on the list, smart-alec children.
After Wal-Mart, we returned home. As soon as I got inside, husband asked, "Did you pick up the glasses?"
Aye, me. I forgot to get daughter's glasses. I also forgot to stop and pay the insurance again. It was ten minutes to five, so I ran out the door again (sans sons). Half-way to the eye doctor's it occurred to me, I still forgot to bring the insurance payment. That's okay. I knew the amount down to the cents and I could just write another check. Finished the errands by five. Got home.
It occurred to me a while later...where's the Wal-Mart groceries? Heh, that's right. Still in the trunk.
Surprisingly enough, I only missed one item off the shopping list, and none of the frozen stuff melted. I think I am vindicated.
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Date: 2012-02-21 05:00 pm (UTC)From: