So he had it on his phone’s schedule…appointment for speech therapy 3:30.

Cue sound effects, loud buzzer. WRONG!

Nope, 2:45.

I told him not to throw out the card but to put it on my desk so I could enter the times in my computer.

Did he? Nope.

Was I right?

Yep, we missed that one!

So first thing upon awakening, I hear, “I was wrong, the two appointments are on Monday. Today is one appointment for speech therapy.”

I took him to his speech therapy.

That’s two hours I’ll never get back and oh yeah, great fun, we go again today.

I’m glad I’d put ribs in the crock pot. We never would’ve had dinner if I hadn’t.

By the time we got home, it was past dinner time for the dogs and they let me know all about that.

Now I get to have a crazy day with two appointments on opposite ends of town next week.

Sigh.

Today’s Tee.

There wasn’t enough coffee in the world to get me going. I seriously dragged butt all day yesterday.

Every time I sat down I dozed off.

If it continues through today, the shit storm will hit. I have too much to do.

I have to run The Curmudgeon to two appointments even though I specifically told him NEVER to do that to me.

Getting him to one appointment in a day is stressful enough. You have no idea what all that takes. It is worse than dealing with a group of toddlers.

However, having to drive to two different appointments at two ends of town and within a mere hour of each other is almost impossible. All it takes is ONE to run overtime due to a back up to fuck it all up.

Yes, I truly need a fubarred day and then have to get home and cook dinner on top of it.

12/15/15 blood pressure is 111/68 at 11:09 p.m.

I hit the ground running at noon. I made a quick stop at Panera for a small coffee and a scone so I wasn’t starving while grocery shopping.

From there I hit the mail store and sent off a package of books to a friend for her not yet born grandchild.

Then I took my list and did the dreaded and hated grocery store run.

I arrived home in time to cook dinner for us and feed two starving dogs.

It’s time to color.

I iz keepingz your plaz warmz.

Here we go, as if I don’t have more than enough to do on any day you can name, we are now doing his therapies.

The first one was today. Thus my regular Monday grocery shopping is now moved to Tuesday. Anything I formerly did on Tuesday moved to Wednesday and so on and so on and we haven’t even started his speech therapy sessions which will shoot another day of the week to hell.

No, he can’t drive himself yet, and for how long that will be, is anyone’s guess. So now we add chauffeur to my many job titles for all my unpaid jobs.

On the bright side, we stopped for dinner on the way home–he has NEVER wanted to go out for dinner for the last several years.

After coloring for a little while my blood pressure on 12/13/15  at 11:26 was 106/67.

Today’s shirt.

12/13/15 at 11:22 my blood pressure is 102/60.

Whenever The Curmudgeon began to drive me bonkers I picked up my adult coloring book and colored pencils and colored.

I did a lot of coloring.

He went out to get his cart from the shed–I had to drop everything and help him because he got stuck and couldn’t get the gate open. I had to carry the charger to the truck, put it in the engine compartment and hook it up because he couldn’t do it but insisted it be done, no matter that I had laundry to do that never got done…Then I had to help him back to the front door and into the house.

I did a lot of coloring.

A. Lot. Of. Coloring.

He only put me in one panic during the day, proof is my blood pressure on 12/12/15 at 9:13 p.m. is 111/64.

How did he manage to panic me you ask? I was trying to take a quick nap to make up for him and the dogs having me up very early, when I heard the front door slam.

Knowing no reason as to why I jumped to wide awake in that instant. I check outside to find him fiddling with his truck. It won’t start and he’s not happy about it.

If any of his friends would like to help him out with that, we have a charger, just need it hooked to the battery. Yeah, I thought not.

12/7/15 Blood pressure 111/65. Woke at 6 a.m. to take the dogs out because Gavin was fussing to go out.

Before bed I’d prepped carrots and had everything else ready for the crock pot. So I put everything into the crock pot and started it by 6:15. Pot roast for dinner.

Then I went back to the couch, snuggled down with Lucy behind my knees, and went back to sleep. The pups and The Curmudgeon let me sleep until almost ten.

Once I got up, things were a bit busy with all my orders arriving, one after another. I now have a nice C-table by the couch where I can set my coffee cup when I sit there. A mess of K-cups and 4 adult coloring books that are supposed to soothe and calm me. (We’ll see about that.)

I beez keeping da Momma’s spot warm for her.