What Day Is It?

I’m lying in bed and I’m pretty sure it’s Wednesday. Wait… Thursday. No, definitely Wednesday. With Labor Day being on Monday, my week is completely thrown off. David ended up working last Saturday, and then he was home on Monday, so that threw me off as well. Tuesday was really my Monday. Except that it wasn’t. And now I’m not sure if I’m coming or going.

Did I mention that somewhere between Sunday and Monday I also got sick? It felt like food poisoning, which I had before… way back in 1987 when I was in the Italian Alps. Food poisoning in the Italian Alps isn’t as glamorous as it sounds. Sick. Don’t speak the language. No doctors or hospitals around. Top of a mountain. Ahhh… memories.

So was it food poisoning? I don’t know. It could have been some kind of virus. Sure felt like Ebola.

Which is why I’m not sure what day it is.

That, and the fact that I spent way too much time in the car this week already either taking kids to school or picking kids up from school or taking friends home or driving kids this way and that. I’m the chauffeur. (I’m counting the days until Temera can drive… shhhh… don’t tell her.)

Three kids, three different schools, two back to school nights this week, two tennis matches, and numerous minimum days. Amanda had minimum days on Tuesday and Wednesday. Temera had minimum days Wednesday and Thursday. Lauryn had early release day today. Oh, and Temera started at one time on Wednesday and another time on Thursday. And Amanda didn’t have late start this morning. Oy vey! And you wonder why I’m a little confused.

But other than that (sigh) it’s been a pretty good week. A new client for Social Elements Media, a new campaign for Collective Bias, and some pretty good paychecks coming in. I even managed to crock-pot some meals. Hurray for home-cooking.

But now I’m tired. Really tired. So 338 words is about all I can handle tonight.