Time’s Ticking

Uncategorized 1 Minute

6:40 a.m.:  Telephone rang.  Wrong number.

7:15 a.m.:  Daughter wakes up.

8:30 a.m.:  Arrive at church with daughter (aka my shadow).

9:00 a.m.:  Fiesta! continues.

Noon:  Fiesta! ends.

12:45 p.m.:  McDonald’s drive-thru, ordering food for seven children (my four, three extras).

1:00 p.m.:  Swimming pool.  Weather?  64 degrees, occasional rain sprinkles.  No other people crazy enough to swim, so we had the pool to ourselves.

3:00 p.m.:  Leave pool.  Arrive home.  Blog.  Laundry. 

4:30 p.m.:  Daughter leaves with her 3-year old buddy.  First time she’s ever gone to anyone’s house without me.  Die from shock.  The end.  Just kidding.

5:30 p.m.:  Serve boys dinner:  baked potatoes with cheese sauce.

6:00 p.m.:  Husband returns home.  Leave to pick up daughter.

6:50 p.m.:  Drop off daughter at home.

7:05 p.m.:  Meet blogging buddy for dinner.  (Link tomorrow.)

8:40 p.m.:  Finish dinner.  Stop by Bed, Bath & Beyond.

9:15 p.m.:  Home again, home again, jiggety-job.

10:00 p.m.:  Watch Big Brother.

11:03 p.m.:  Post this.

11:05 p.m.:  Sign off.  Hooray!  Sleep!

Tomorrow?  Last day of Fiesta!  We survived!  (Average attendance?  91 children.  Wow.)  

Unknown's avatar

Published by Mel

Published

6 thoughts on “Time’s Ticking”

  4. LOL! I had to laugh when I read this one, Mel. I grew up in a small town bordering the southern area of the Olympic Rain Forest and 64 degrees meant swimming in the local rivers and lake and working on our tans, haha! On a trip up to Hoquiam to visit my Grandpa one year, it was 55 degrees and people were out washing their cars, mowing their lawns, in tank tops and shorts. Dear Hubby couldn’t BELIEVE it…”Are these people NUTS?!” he asked. I said no…it was just an early-summer heat wave! 😉

    Like

    Reply

You know you want to comment here: