Well, today was an adventure, to say the least. So far today I have accomplished the following:
Fed and clothed my children (trust me, some days that IS an accomplishment)
Went to the DMV for a new driver's license (Which I'm fairly certain is just lost somewhere in my home. But, my mother-in-law says to me on the phone today, "Are you worried about someone finding it and stealing your identity?" Well, I wasn't until you mentioned it.
Thanks for that. Ha ha.) It was incredibly crowded, and full of the usual assortment of FREAKS. Luckily, they have this handy dandy new thing where you can enter your mobile # in to their computer, and they will text you updates on how soon before it's your turn. So you don't have to wait around forever.
Turns out it is good I had some extra time. Because when we get back in the car after giving them my number, I open Bekah's cheese roll up from Taco Bell to find
this little treat:
Yes folks, that is exactly what you think it is. An extremely large wad of hair.
EW. So, while we waited for it to be our turn, we drove all the way back to Taco Bell to deliver this beauty, and ask for a new one. I figured they would probably give me a free meal or something for my trouble, and since I was very polite about the whole thing, even though every time I think about it I have to hold back the vomit. You wanna know what this is worth to Taco Bell? Free cinnamon twists. Thank you very much for rewarding my politeness, and your nasty mistake, with the cheapest thing on your menu. I'm nearly brought to tears by your kindness.
Went to Sam's Club. Barely escaped that with my sanity. Never take two 4 year olds anywhere when you are that far past nap time. You
will regret it. I promise. Don't believe me? Borrow mine and you'll understand.
So, in all of this what is missing??? School. Yep, we still have that to get done, and it's 4:23pm. Why am I blogging, you might ask? Because my head is pounding, the car ride home was loud, and if I want to get through school without ripping my hair out, I need a minute or two to collect myself.
Still, even with all of this, there is no where else I would rather be than with my kids. Except maybe with my kids at the beach. Mr. Fantastic could even come along, if he's nice to me.