Worst Part of the Day - Heading out for our new soccer deal (coaches aka high school soccer playas run drills and games for kiddos to teach the fundamentals). I'm picturing myself on the sideline with a newspaper and coffee. I try to dig up my wallet in order to pay for said soccer deal. Huh - where is it? I'm pretty sure I dumped it on the ground along with my phone last night. The phone is in hand - the wallet? Huh. I look and look and look. I'm thinking one of the kiddos took it ... they love them some wallet. It is not anywhere in the house. I grab my phone to call Chris/Ann just to make sure I didn't leave it ... one missed call. It's Chris and Ann - my wallet is at their house. D'Oh. And I'm on E in the car and they are 25 minutes away. D'Oh. I then head into the gas station with two crumpled one dollar bills and several handfuls of change to get a little petrol in the car - still doesn't get it above E.
Also a rainy, muggy day spent indoors with the kiddos either driving me crazy or in front of a screen. And with no wallet and no gas we can't even escape to anywhere.
Best Part of the Day - Soccer deal looks promising! Both boyz were running and kicking and having a grand time. Watching them tear it up made me happy to be a mother o' boys (not that a girl wouldn't or couldn't do it - but just give me this moment.)
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