Adulting

I learned at the last minute I would have today off. My first thought was to see if I could volunteer for the kids' Christmas parties at school but my local friends who were having brunch around my table yesterday advised very strongly against it. They reasoned I spend all my days caring for kids and should take the needed break. My friends are very wise.

We slept in forty five minutes because the kids didn't have to catch the bus around my babysitting schedule and were able to join the car rider population on their final day of school before a long winter break. We laughed and talked in the van and I thought I could get used to this. Santa and the chief of police were waving at students as they entered the building. It was super cute and a nice reminder that sometimes living in a small town is awesome.

As I returned home, Greg called with news he not only encountered a flat tire while at work but his spare would not budge off the under carriage despite an hour's worth of effort. He needed rescued. This wasn't exactly the breakfast date we had in mind but it could always be worse, I could have had a van load of babies to haul along.

After returning home with Greg and a few phone calls later, it was determined we not only need to deal with the existing flat tire and the broken system holding the spare but we also need an entire set of new tires. Merry Christmas to us.  I was able to secure an order for the new tires and set an appointment for Greg after Christmas with our local favorite car people and then went to take some measurements with Lauren of her upcoming new place. When we entered, we discovered a bedroom window was broken and left hanging open. It made my heart drop. Everything appeared to be in order but knowing both of my daughters will be residing in this location was not exactly a peaceful feeling.

Adulting was supposed to be fun today. I redeemed it by having lunch with Erin and Lauren and wrapping up one final Christmas surprise. In the end, all was well but that relaxing day I ordered? God laughs at me.