It was one of those days that just got away from me.
I’d intended to cook a nice, healthy supper, but we ended up ordering pizza because, first off, I let Kipp be my alarm clock this morning. Bad policy. If I don’t wake up before he does, I’m scrambling to catch up with him all day long. But I was so tired. I’d stayed up late Wednesday night watching the breaking news on Elizabeth Smart (not that there was any breaking news other than that she’d been found, safe and sound, and now I can scarcely bear the media’s prurient interest in what she endured), and I’ve been paying for it with weariness ever since.
I got some breakfast into Kipp, dressed and groomed him, managed to throw on some work-out gear, took out the neighbors’ blind dog for a pee, and, spoiled am I among mothers, but I took Kipp down to his daddy’s office so that I could go break a sweat at the Y. Kipp protests long and hard about going to the Y’s babysitting room, which he happily endured for the first 3 years of his life, but now he’s putting his little foot down and is much happier playing with his legos on the floor of Dean’s office.
When I was finished, I picked Kipp up and we drove over to my mom’s house to check out her new dental work. Kipp was not too impressed, although he would have been if she’d have popped her teeth out and told him the same would happen to him if he ate too many Lunchables. But she’s not a fun grandma that way.
Then Kipp and I filled up the car with gas. $23. Some stupid woman got back in her car while gassing up to put on her make-up. She apparently does not know about the static electricity that can build up when you hop back in your car. As I drove away I was ready to call 911 in case I saw her and her make-up burst into flames in my rear-view mirror.
Then I had to take Kipp to buy a Lego skeleton ($3.49), as promised, for some such deal we worked out. We passed the cemetery on the way and had a long talk about why bodies are buried and what would happen if a car ran over your head and why you can’t wear your brain on the outside of your head.
Skeleton purchased, we popped into the grocery store for cod & potatoes, since I planned to make those delectable cod cakes for supper again tonight. Kipp stood, mesmerized, in front of the 23 varieties of those insidious Lunchables on display and I let him pick out a cracker stacker because, even though in German, the name of this blog translates into Mein "Kampf en einer Küche Bungalow" there’s no point in being an absolute Nazi mom about nutrition all the time.
So by this time it’s 1:30 before we get home and lunch isn’t prepared yet. Come 2:30 and we have to take the blind dog out for a walk around the block. It was so gorgeous today, in the 50’s, sun shining, that the afternoon was spent entirely out of doors frolicking with the neighbor kid and assorted canines and the cod cakes were nowhere near being assembled.
I tidy up the kitchen before Dean gets home and manage to yank the covers off our bed for a good airing, but the rest of the house is a mess. What can I say? The day just got away from me.
Or maybe it was the work that got away from me and I still had the day.
11:06:56 PM 
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