Not Really There...or Here or Anywhere...Really

Talk about an absentminded week. Starting Tuesday of last week I got a parking ticket. Sure the sign said No Parking, but come on! Anyway...

On Thursday I got a speeding ticket. I was racing to the library so I could avoid a 10 cent fee. I was clocked at going 20 over the limit. Please don't ask me where my mind was. If I had to guess it was in a flowery meadow far, far away from the road. The nice police man only wrote the ticket for six over. Bless him. I think the fact that Gracie kept yelling "Be careful, mama" from the back seat didn't hurt anything. Way to go, girl. You are never too young to start charming men that give out tickets.

This morning I started to fill my sink up with soapy water when I decided it would be the perfect time to deal with some of my tickets. Five minutes later I turned around to see my sink on the verge of overflowing.

Also this morning I enjoyed a delightful run barefoot, in my pajamas, while I chased my daughter who was also barefoot and in her pajamas. We were outside, because the mail man broke my doorbell (longer story). I was on my cell talking to a long lost friend, when I looked up to see Gracie booking it down the street. Since it was a long lost friend, I didn't want to hang up. We made it all the way to the park where I saw a billion dressed, well-groomed mothers, playing with their dressed, well groomed children. This embarrassed me enough to hang up the phone, grab Gracie and run back home.

I think it's best if I don't operate anything harder than the television. Even that is iffy.

1 comment:

  1. This was awesome. Not awesome for you obviously, but it made me laugh - so awesome for me. :)

    When I was pregnant with Nia, I couldn't lead the music in primary because I could never remember the words to the songs. It's funny how pregnancy wreaks havoic on your brain. :)