This Was a Long Day!

I feel like I’ve dri­ven all over the world, though it obvi­ous­ly isn’t so. I got Katie to a ther­a­py appoint­ment and the aller­gist. I went to the bank. I picked sam­bear up from work, after which we explored a dif­fer­ent route home (that did­n’t work out well). We got home just in time to col­lect hugs from curiousmay9 and run­bun­ny, then dash out again to get the girl to dance. We filled the car up with gas, ran by a friend’s house to pick up a fundrais­ing cal­en­dar I’d bought a while back, met their new dog, got food for the bear at Zaxby’s, filled pre­scrip­tions, got the girl, fed her, and went to Kroger on the way back.

I did get many, many “must-do” phone calls off my task list while in the car—yay cell phones! I real­ly need to find a new head­set that works well, though.

shad­owkatt got her jazz cos­tume for the dance recital tonight. She mod­eled it for us—she’s so beau­ti­ful and grace­ful! How did I ever birth this child? She must be a changeling.

We have to get up and out the door ear­ly in the morn­ing. I could REALLY use a day of sleep­ing in. But it’s need­ful, and we’ll be Get­ting Things Done. I real­ly need to start sched­ul­ing things so that I have a day or two to rest a LOT after a day like today, though.

The girl and I have appoint­ments at 313 on Fri­day. She’s get­ting a free mini-facial and hav­ing her hair trimmed. I’m get­ting my nails done again—YAY! Sat­ur­day, sam­bear and I will go there to get our hair cut and mine col­ored. All that stuff takes a ridicu­lous amount of time, but I do like the results.

We’re pro­ceed­ing with plans to swipe dra­cofrost for at least part of the week­end. I real­ly enjoy talk­ing with his dad, and he might come by on Sat­ur­day. I’m still hop­ing to meet his step­moth­er some­day, though. I don’t know that the boy real­izes that being here is very like­ly to involve being put to work in some fashion.

We’re still try­ing to decide which way we’ll go for Girl Scouts next year. Katie’s troop (and espe­cial­ly the leader) are incred­i­ble. I don’t think we could ask for bet­ter. But they’re in Cartersville, which was already a LONG way away, and is twice as far now as it was pre-move. On the oth­er hand, she’s at an age lev­el where it’s hard­er than ever to find a good troop—and to fit into one, as they’re often real­ly cliquish (and the lead­ers are cer­tain­ly part of that). If I knew my ener­gy would be bet­ter, I’d def­i­nite­ly just leave her in this troop. I can’t count on hav­ing more spoons then, though, and I can’t real­ly count on hav­ing as many as I have now. I do have much help with sam­bear and curiousmay9, though. Deci­sions, decisions!

curiousmay9 thinks the floor­ing MIGHT be fin­ished on Sun­day. That would be love­ly. I’m very much ready to get the fur­ni­ture into the right rooms, which will great­ly facil­i­tate the unpacking.

I have a sleepy bear in my bed. Nite nite!