So.... today is Monday.
I tackled a shower, which has been a monumental task for me lately. My mom even washed my hair for me (well, more like stubble, but still). Do you know when you learn to appreciate hair? When you don't have any! It's very ironic that I had finally made up my mind to color my hair about a year before d-day. My hairdresser had been doing a great job keeping up with the color my friend T started, and even my crazy, curly hair was behaving in between trims. Figures my hair would finally start looking great right before I lost it.
Grammie and I ventured to the grocery store to pick up a few items. Somehow I ended up spending $120 even though we were just there on Friday! Yikes. It felt good to get out and walk around for a while, though. Sitting in the recliner gets old when you spend night & day there. We stopped on the way home to pick up lunch and thought we would be settling in for a quiet afternoon.
Our day went downhill from there. J called from school because he didn't have enough money in his lunch account. They usually send me an email when his balance gets below $5. I never got an email. So we raced off to school to give him some money. Unfortunately he thought we were bringing him lunch, not lunch money, and he said that there wouldn't be anything left to buy now. Again, we raced off to home to get him some food (which happened to be the food we had brought home for our lunch) and back to school again. At this point he only had about five minutes left to his lunch period, so we went in & sat in the office with him while he ate. The secretary was really nice & wrote his teacher a note so he could be late to his next class. All's well that ends well, but it was a pretty hectic thirty minutes! Hate seeing my boy upset.
We eventually got home again & half-heartedly ate some lunch. Grammie ate her lunch that we brought home (which happened to be my lunch since they messed up our order) and I ate some leftover snacks from football Sunday. Then, as I'm finally resting in my recliner, Grammie ends up cleaning up a 12 pack of Gatorade that the cat threw up on.
Is it bedtime yet??
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