Time to hole up.
I have decided to crawl into a hole for the rest of the day. Lacking a hole, I may just have to settle for my bed which is probably more comfortable anyway now that I think about it. I think I’ll take my portable DVD player with me. I’m worn out.
This morning began normally with me hauling multiple children out of bed. Link was perpetually side tracked today. I pretty much had to dress him to get him to school only 10 minutes late. Ditto for Kiki on the perpetually side-tracked. Gleek is always difficult to maneuver into clothes and off to school. Nothing different there. I arrived home from all of that, relaxed for a whole 15 minutes before I piled into my van with Nancy and her two kids to take them to the airport.
Then came the hauling of luggage and children to the ticket terminal. The ticket man kindly gave me a pass so that I could go to the gate with my sister and help her with her kids. So I got to help Nancy stand in a huge line at the security gate. As I removed my shoes and all personal belongings I wondered what all the point was with the security hoopla. I certainly felt annoyed rather than safe. We then sat at the gate together until I had to duck out. My neighbor was flying back from a business trip in California and I offered to pick him up so that his wife and infant would not have to make the drive. Then his plane was late.
I went straight from dropping him off to my appointment with the tax accountant. An appointment for which I was less than completely prepared because I forgot to print out some necessary reports. Oh, an they remodeled their building. The driveway isn’t where it used to be which I discovered by distractedly driving over the curb. Thump! Yeah. I’m an idiot. (In my defense, that spot had been the driveway for over 10 years. Who expects a business to move their driveway?)
Now I’m back home and I’m not going anywhere until it isn’t today anymore. Maybe by tomorrow it won’t be windy and snowy and cold.
(Note to Nancy and my neighbor: I really didn’t mind going to the airport. I’m just tired now and ready to be home. Oh, and feeling dumb about the tax stuff.)