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Dashing To & Fro

Whoa, stop the merry-go-round! In the last 2 days, I've crammed in about as much as humanly possible to the waking hours of the day. I started yesterday morning by taking a walk with poor DogSpot in the torrential rain. I would have persevered, but the poor dog couldn't figure out why she was being punished. She was dashing under every tree she could find so I took pity on her and we stopped after a block. I came home to find I was called to fill in as a substitute receptionist for the district office of my children's school. I've always thought I was cut out to thrive under pressure. Apparently my humdrum mom-life of the last few years has ill-equipped me to answer switchboards and transfer calls to people for whom there is no telephone listing. And it was a bit heavy a responsibility to decide who looked suspicious and whether or not they deserved getting "buzzed" into the building. That done, I dashed home to fix a less than stellar dinner for my children and hustle us all off to the first PTA meeting of the year. Always a fun time.

This morning, I skipped kickboxing in favor of a Starbucks pumpkin spice latte with my friend, Debbie. We followed that with a bout of house hunting, pottery seeking and lots of chatting. We refueled with lunch after which I dashed home and sanded down the newly painted door that DogSpot scratched up last night. Anybody looking for a furry family member or else a husband who lets the dog in and out the freshly painted door? Since it got into the 40s here in the Nether regions last night, I have to wait to repaint the again-ugly entrance to my abode. I did promise Little Chic that she could help me paint those last few spindles for the upper deck and I'm wondering what possessed me in that moment of weakness. I meant "sometime". She interpreted that as "today".

We're off to Club 6-7-8 at church for Brainy Boy tonight and I may have to take another shot in the form of caffeine if I'm to get us back home without succumbing to a bout of narcolepsy. I'm sure I have lots more great things to tell you, but frankly, I have not the energy to adequately describe the thrills of life at this point. So, see ya later!
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Unknown said…
I had such a delightful morning; we'll have to do that again sometime!

I'm so sorry about your front door. And poor DogSpot, she just hasn't learned to keep her paws off of the wet paint yet.
9/12/2007 4:05 PM
PandaMom said…
OK~Kickboxing is great and all, but I'm with you, girl on the stop-off at Starbucks instead! ; )
9/12/2007 7:04 PM
Rochelle said…
whew. just reading that made me a little anxious!
9/12/2007 7:53 PM
Jay said…
whoa! kickboxing! what a mom!
9/12/2007 8:09 PM
Alex @ I'm the Mom said…
Wow! Busy busy mommy :D
I've never tried that drink from Starbucks ... I wonder if there's one here in this city ... hmm ...
9/12/2007 11:02 PM
Melanie said…
I feel like to rest just from reading all of that!! You sure have been busy.

That pumpkin spice latte sounds delicious!
9/13/2007 7:30 AM
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