Wednesday, December 23
I went for my scheduled 1-hour massage at 10:30. Perfect! Piper had just been fed and there was no rush to get home. I sat down in the office only to hear them tell me that they didn't have me down until 11:30. What?! I vividly remember the phone conversation (b/c I was debating between a different date) and I repeated the time back to her. I then immediately put it in my phone calendar. Now maybe I did mark it incorrectly...but I'm 95% sure I was in the right. But what am I going to do at this point?
I had a few small errands to run so I left.
I stopped by the bank to put some savings bonds for the girls (from their great-grandmother) in the safe deposit box. Since there was time to kill, I sifted through the items and saw Layla's birth certificate. Apparently we got it 4 months after she was born. Which got me thinking...what did we need her birth certificate for? What paperwork were we filling out? What required that item? What are we forgetting with Piper? Hmmmm....
Next it was off to the post office to mail a couple more Christmas letters/pictures. I was on the phone chatting with my mom and next thing I know I'm stuck in the turn lane to get on to I-70 West! Oops! Here I am headed to Illinois.
Doesn't matter, right? I have time to kill. :-)
This got me reminiscing on my summer in Colorado (I drove I-70 all the way there). I definitely left a piece of my heart there. One of these days I do hope to go back!
I finally make it back to where I ought to be and notice a Washington license plate in front of me.
This got me reminiscing on our trip to Idaho/Washington last year. I went to visit a best friend & do some sight-seeing. One of these days I do hope to go back!
Finally I make it to my destination! I am pleasantly surprised there is no wait (I went in the day before and the line was INSANE - thank you automated stamp dispenser!). I walk up to the counter and ask for 2 holiday stamps. "Oh, I'm sorry. I can't break up the book of holiday stamps." Oh. Okay. I guess I'll take the generic stamps. The whole point of me going to the post office was for the cute little holiday stamps! I have generic ones at home. Ugh! A wasted trip.
Doesn't matter, right? I have time to kill. :-)
After this I head back to my massage. On the way I thought I heard air coming in through a window so I make sure they're all rolled up. For some reason, I lowered the driver's side sliding door window. When I rolled it back up there was a loud pop about a half-second after it closed. I wasn't quite sure it was related, so I rolled it down and up again. Pop. I looked back to see if something was getting in the way. Nope. Try again. Pop. Greeeaaat.
While this is happening, I am watching the driver in front of me swerve over the middle line two times.
So not only did I have the wrong massage time, nearly make it to a different state, make an unnecessary trip to the post office, and have a van window that's falling apart but I've got a crazy driver in front of me that might cause a wreck that includes me! Oy!
I turn in to the parking lot to finally get this massage and a car swerves around the corner missing me by mere inches!
Maybe it was a blessing that my massage was an hour later than I thought. I would hate to ruin a perfectly relaxed body by then facing all the above issues!
***I did enjoy the time to be able to simply be left alone with my thoughts, though. No kid(s) in the back talking/crying/begging for my attention. No husband. Just me, myself and I. I think I need to allow myself more times like that :-)
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