Yesterday's Highlights

We've all had "those days" when little things accumulate to drive us crazy. Yesterday was one of those for me. I'll just give you the highlights.

I got to have my glucose test. This means I didn't eat breakfast, just drank water, then had to sit at the doctor's office for an hour waiting for a blood draw. Wouldn't you know, my body didn't want to give up blood from the first arm (even with needle re-arranging) so I got to be poked in both arms. The second performed nicely.

My kind friend was watching the children, so I thought I could zip to the post office to mail a package to my sister (a blessing dress for her baby, which she needed pronto, and I'd been failing to mail all week), and to the library to return the missing CD from a children's book that was overdue. I like to use those convenient, sturdy priority mailing boxes, which saves me scrounging used cereal boxes and mummy-taping them to keep things safe. I double-checked her address before I went in and discovered I had the wrong one. I also had the wrong phone number. So, I had to track down my other sister to get the correct info. Then at the library I prepare to jump out with the CD, and can't find it. I searched frantically and finally found it stashed in my address book. Then the lady had to find the book it matched and triple check my account because she was sure I was going to owe a fine for not returning them together. I had no fine, which she couldn't believe. Then I got stuck for 5 light changes because of a train. Argh.

Fast-forward to the evening when I had to get a babysitter for a RS event, because my husband is out of town. Did I mention that I live 10 miles out of town, away from the sitter? and that I drive a suburban? I was a little late, and had to wear ponytail hair, and didn't get my brownies cut (still slightly warm and gooey), and didn't eat dinner. No problem, I took a bowl of tuna-macaroni-veggie delight. (Note to self: If eating in the car while driving, spoons work better than forks at getting food to the mouth.)

Whenever I'm in a hurry I always get behind the vehicle traveling at least 5-10 miles below the speed limit. Gotta love the good 'ol boys. Next, I thought I took the wrong turn, later I did, and reversed too far, ending up stuck. Seriously. I was perched at an angle, with my rear wheels spinning dust. I had gone off the edge of a gravel road. The shoulders are not necessarily even or solid there. I don't drive in situations like that, that's why I keep my husband around. I switched into four wheel drive, and tried to move, but nothing. I decided I needed help fast, and said a quick prayer. Then I got out to assess the damage. I have pretty good clearance on the suburban, it takes a little hop to get into it. When I stepped out, I hit solid ground right under the running board. The rear wheel was in a rut from all my spinning, and couldn't get over the bump ahead of it. I decided there wasn't a ditch behind me and that the slope wasn't too steep, so if I reversed, I might be able to slide down the hill to get more traction, or drive out around my rut. (Oh, I so do not four-wheel drive!!) I got back in (thankfully I had brought flip-flops to drive in rather than my heels!) reversed, turned and drove out. I think I had guardian angels pushing me up.

All was well until the drive home, when I went zipping along in the dark and nearly ran into a deer standing in the middle of the road. I hit the brakes quickly, sending my unfinished bowl of dinner flying to my feet (again in flip-flops) and covering me with wet tuna-macaroni-veggie delight. Eewww. Driving with a bowl at my feet is slightly difficult too...makes getting to the pedals challenging.

Thankfully, I made it home, where all was well, and nothing more crazy happened that night. Today is open, though...I wonder what it will bring...