Ok - this was a bit more that just a typical day.
We have been in the US for 3 months. Since I was the lucky transfer candidate, I got to go to work right away. Hubby has been hitting the gym and making up for lost time on the golf course. Hubby started work yesterday. This is good, but it means adjusting to a new routine.
I commute an hour each way, with a passenger. I had to add picking up The Girl from school to my drive home. The Boy has Drama until 6pm. Got The Girl, got home, no keys. I go in and out through the garage with the handy-dandy garage opener. Security Guy locked up before his first day so the garage/house door was locked.
Going through my head - Girl has homework, Pick up Boy at 6, Supper, wrestling meeting for parents 6:30, Girl dance class 7:30. I guess we are eating out and wait until one of the Boys gets home with a key. I turn to tell her the good news and The Girl has the gotta-go dance happening. I weigh up the options:
1. sending her to the neighbors and fessing up that I am a loser; or
2. 5 min drive to the deli and risk dealing with an accident.
Off to the Deli, we made it! The Girl got to work on her homework, I had a healthy salad and we split a cookie. Hubby actually met us there and it was a nice treat. 6PM - Hubby and The Girl head off to return movies, I am off to get The Boy at drama, feeling good even though I am going to be a few minutes late.
I pull up to the school, call his cell, no answer. I know it is sitting in the charger where he put it last night. I call home - no answer. Call Hubby - hasn't heard from him. I head into the school to search for him, starting to get worried, the phone rings when I am half way through the first lap .
Hubby has made it home. Drama was cancelled. The Boy took the bus home, forgot his house key, hung out at the neighbors. Doesn't know our cell numbers because they are in his cell phone, which is sitting on the charger in the house he is locked out of. I guess the neighbors found out I'm a loser anyway.
With all the excitement, I ended up skipping the wrestling parent info meeting, now I have to suck up to the coach to get the info I missed and he will find out about my loser-ness too.
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