Yesterday, I was so productive.
By 7:30AM I already had a load of clothes in the washing machine and, I am mildly ashamed to admit this, but that is a good feeling around here. I’m up! Stuff is getting done! It’s nearly miraculous.
I had a full morning planned and was on time (close enough) for everything. And I remembered everything. Good times.
Lunch with friends was the most important agenda item of the day, and I was (almost) on time for that, too. Perfect.
Did I mention the sun was shining?
After lunch, I did some quick calculations and determined I could squeeze in a couple of errands before heading to the bus stop.
I dropped off my Costco haul at home and even had time to grab a Diet Pepsi before I headed back out. As I got in the car to drive to the bus stop–a 4-5 minute drive–I realized that I was supposed to pick up the kids at school today. 20 minutes ago. And it’s about a 12 minute drive.
And that, my friends, is why children have cell phones.
When you are 10 years old and–to the bewilderment of your parents–have lived and breathed the game of football for 8 of those years,
when you count the stats, and live through the Quarterback drama, and watch your team finally make it to the playoffs,
When all of that is true, it is very hard to watch your Packers start out at the “0” end of 17-0,
and it is wonderful to watch them come back to tie it up,
and to to head into overtime.
But it is absolutely heartbreaking to watch them lose just a few minutes later, right out of the gates.
It’s a tough night here at our house. Those Cardinals better go all the way now.