Tuesday, disguised as Monday....

I hate it when days of the week appear to be normal ol weekdays, like a Tuesday, and about two hours into it, you realize there is no way on the planet that this is actually a Tuesday, the calendar people got it all wrong, because today in fact is a Monday, masquerading around as a Tuesday to lull you into a false sense of security before it whacks you upside the head and goes "GOTCHA"! Today, Tuesday, was in fact a Monday.

It begins in the morning. I hate days when I can't peacefully awaken. Days that start with little monsters screaming, or not wanting to awaken requiring John to come up with new versions of the "Daddy Alarm Clock" (by the way, thanks to John's parents for sending us his high school saxaphone, aka the new alarm clock..). At this point in his life, Jordan has decided that he no longer shall use the Daddy Alarm Clock, he shall just sleep in. So, John has decided no longer to awken him, and the task has fallen to mom. I am conviced that pre-teen boys are truly fire-breathing beasts simply dressed in Aeropostale and Gap. So I awaken the fire-breathing beast and we manage to barely get everyone out the door on time. I should have known at that point maybe it was best to go home and hide under the covers. I won't bore you with all the details of trying to prepare for Little Dog's first big rescue event, running hither and yon with trite errands, being in a public restroom with a lady in the stall next to me speaking very loudly in a foreign language (I flushed a few extra times and hit the stall wall, but apparently in addition to not speaking English she doesn't speak common courtesy either), having CVS manage to screw up printing the 350 pictures I need for the Little Dog scrapbook, to not being able to locate ANYTHING I needed in the house, including Lindsay's lyrical shoes, and realizing there is no way that anything I truly needed to accomplish today was getting done!

I also don't know how it happened, but today was a Tuesday for John, ending with Lindsay sitting in bed and reading Dr. Suess to him. For me, it ended ressurrecting my blog and looking up to see half-naked overweight old Canadiens on the sideline of the bobsled run.

Life is Good!