This morning, B was dragging while we were getting ready for school, and I was headed to babysit my two favorite littles, so I was leaving the same time they were.
Except B decided to go sooooooo S.L.O.W. that they missed the bus. When I yelled, "GREAT, you missed the freakin' bus!" I'm not going to lie. I channeled Kris Kross in my head, along with a little of my dad, and started in on "I missed the bus. I missed the bus. I missed the bus...and I'm never ever ever gonna do it again."
But not out loud. I was mad on the outside while jamming on the inside. It's how I maintain control...except for the part where I chucked my keys across the apartment and made one of the dumb vertical blinds fall down. Note to self: Put in maintenance request to repair blind.
After I dropped them off at school, I realized I had left my laptop on the counter, so I had to go back home anyway. And THEN, after I'd just turned onto the one way access road, I realized I left queso on the counter that was supposed to be with me, so I went back again. (Sherry, if you're reading this, you're welcome!)
As I'm headed over to babysit, I'm singing along with The Script at the top of my lungs, and putting on Baby Lips (Thanks for getting me hooked, Sherry!) when I looked over and saw...dun dun dun: the cop car. Facing me. Stopped. And speed trapping. I slowed down, realizing I was going almost 20 over the speed limit (in the flow of traffic, of course) and flashed him a smile as I drove by. He smiled, shook his head, and let me go. I'm leaning more towards believing the fact that my hair (which had dried naturally and was threatening to take over all breathable airspace in my car) was terrifying is the reason I avoided a ticket, and not because I was a girl who smiled at him. Then again, if smiling were the reason, that would totally give me a slight ego boost. I think I should stick with the hair theory.
So, I'm hanging out with these two little sweeties, and my favorite little girl just isn't herself. Her eyes are red and watery and she looks like she's on the verge of tears. She says her head hurts, so I ask her if she wants to curl up on the couch and watch a movie while I wash the breakfast dishes. She agrees, so she and her little brother (who was watching for my car to pull up before he ran to tell his mom I was there) get all cozy and start watching a movie. I went over to give her a kleenex, and brushed her hair back and realized she was running a fever. Poor girl...and did I mention that her birthday is tomorrow?!
I text her mom, gave her some motrin, and we spent the rest of the morning reading stories and watching the Disney channel. All of sudden she looked at me and said, "Aubrey, I feel much better!" and I could tell she did. Still, it stinks to be feeling yuck right before your birthday. I hope she's able to enjoy her day...you don't turn 5 everyday, you know.
After that, I was right around the corner from a bridal store, so I went to try on some dresses my bride friend and I had agreed were worth a second look. I had the greatest helper EVER, and when I showed her a picture of an "online order only" dress, she ran off and came back with one that was almost exactly the same. I put it on, took a picture, sent Amy the picture and the color choices, and BAM! Bridal party dress? Done and DONE. I know it's a relief on all counts...AND it has pockets. Seriously, when I saw the pockets, I was totally good with it...and since it was almost exactly like the one Amy had sent me, I knew it was going to be the right choice. I mailed her a color swatch, and am so thrilled to have that marked off our list.
This morning, I looked at my watch, and it read 1:30. Since it was 6:42, I took this to be a sign that my watch had stopped. My watch with the battery I had replaced 9 months ago...had stopped. I took it back to the same store, where they opened it up and saw that I had a 5 year warranty. YAY! Extended warranties save the day once again. I realize a watch battery is a minor thing, but I still count it as a win.
I rushed home, got in a pilates workout, and the boys rushed in just as I was in the middle of scissor kicking. I almost took B out. Hilarious! I hurried to put "normal" clothes back on, and off we went to the chiropractor. Seriously, this day went on forever...
On the way, we were stopped at a red light, and I had the windows down, when "Love the Way You Lie Part II" by Rihanna came on my iPod. For the record, I'm not a Rihanna fan, but I do like that song...and I hadn't heard it in forever, so I turned it up. I didn't even notice that there was a panhandler 5 feet away from us, until I looked over, mid-belt, and saw him rockin' to the beat. About that time, the song goes, "So maybe I'm a masochist" and B always sings, "Maybe I'm a Mexican..." and he didn't disappoint today. I'm dying laughing, and apparently, he sang loud enough for the panhandler to hear because he's just staring. Or maybe it was the white girl with the two boys in the backseat and Rihanna blaring that threw him off. I guess we'll never know... We finished at the chiropractor, and as we were leaving, I called my sister. See, today's her birthday: the last year of her twenties started today, so the boys and I sang "Happy Birthday" on speakerphone to her voicemail, and then I talked over them as they sang all of the random "and many more on channel four" type things they could come up with, including some arguing over which channels went with what. Totally typical and entirely hilarious.
When she called back later, she said she would actually listen to it, instead of deleting it like normal. Hahaha, I love my sister. When we finally got home, I went to grab the mail, and I had a postcard!
"Dear Aubrey, CONGRATULATIONS on your engagement!"
Say, what? Does somebody know something I don't?
Only me, folks...only me.
Have I ever mentioned that I can't make this stuff up? 'Cause honestly, I can't.
Aubs
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