The next day I met a unhappy kindergartner at the door after school. I had neglected to remind him his siblings were attending an after-school activity, making his bus ride a solitary one. In my absentmindedness, he also walked home alone from the bus stop. If he hadn't been upset, I can't guarantee I would have noticed he walked in alone and may have left the two other children stranded at the school.
Searching for a lunch, I pulled out left over soup. It wasn't till I took the first bite that I calculated it had been left overlooked in the fridge a little too long. First bite was last bite and my appetite was not left over to find an alternative meal choice.
I had a Frogger schedule for the kids on Saturday. Hop here, move here, drop off here and then head backwards; I puzzled together a way to get two kids to birthday parties, and a couple other kids over to play with friends. After dropping off my son at a party at the bowling alley, I found I had miswritten the ending time. Frogger End of Game. Unfortunately, I couldn't start over and repuzzle; instead I begged an early drop off at the second child's party and made the 40 minute round trip in a mere 45 minutes, arriving to pick up the first with 5 minutes to spare.
Why 45 minutes? While driving to the party, I missed the turn off the main road. The turn to a house I go to almost twice a week. It was the second regularly taken turn I had missed that day. I turned into a museum parking lot to turn around, but unwittingly entered a long, one-way winding drive to reach the parking lot and exit. As I waited to turn back onto the street, the woman in the neighboring car asked directions to a pretty main road (in fact, it was actually directions to the road that leads back to my house). It wasn't until I myself turned that I realized the exit was on a different street than I thought. I had sent the poor woman off perpendicularly from her desired destination. She may have hit California by now.
I allowed my kids to cut up magazines, but accidentally handed them the pile I hadn't yet read. I left the house three times with lip liner in place and lipstick neglected. I grumbled all day when my daughter took my jacket to school, only to find it hanging on its hook (luckily 5 minutes before she got home). I had to restart a Sudoku puzzle four times for silly mistakes.
I had a wonderful week. We enjoyed a trip on a steam train and a riverboat ride. Chili’s returned their 2 for 20 menu. I found a heavy GAP jacket in Ryan’s size at the consignment shop. And the material I needed to finish Peter’s costume was ½ off at JoAnn’s. But things were a little off. Or perhaps I was just a little off. Probably I was just distracted. You see, every time I leave my house, this is what I see:
Just imagine the trees more beautiful than they appear here.