Will-O was here and was totally engaging in kid behaviors. He took Liam to play basketball (after my urging to do something father-son with him at the gym instead of just placing him in Kid Care) and then he took the kiddies on a walk and out to dinner. VERY f-ing helpful and relieved me of much (so I could tend to my work and housework and yard work.)
Worst Part of the Day-
I was dressed and ready to go to my book club (tis generally the 3rd Friday of each month). Will-O was with kiddies and I was out the door and looking good to be on time (usually am 1.5 hours late.) I text my friend to see if we should go together or not (she usually goes ahead of me due to my tardiness) and when I got a "huh?" in response I had the sinking feeling I seem to get more and more these days...What year is it? Where am I? Where are the kids?? Does everyone have clothes on?
I have the wrong date???
The book club gathering is scheduled for next Friday. Since I was already out the door and had oodles to catch up on at work (and since I have some crazy kind of work ethic and an obsession with crossing crap off of my monstrous list) I headed to work and knocked out 3.5 hours of paperwork. Crazy Friday night.
Also, Will-O's motorcycle was hit while parked in front of the house. It is pretty much totaled. Always something. He really does not have much luck in the way of autos staying whole/not smashed to bits.
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