The Story of My Life

I am not sure but somehow I think there is a curse over my head when it comes to me having fun or spending money. Yeah you guessed it. I am going out of town and another castrophy has occured. When this happens the plans I have to get everything done before my scheduled departure go out the window.

Let me set the scene. My friend asked me if I wanted to go on a "scrapbooking weekend" at the last minute on Wednesday. I talked to my husband about it and assured him the money I would be spending for this excursion would do us a lot of good. I wouldn't have any more of the kids school work laying around in that pile of stuff that's for a rainy day. In Texas, lately, that means the pile will never get touched since we have hardly had a drop in months. He seemed to think that it would be worth it and we proceeded to find a baby sitter for the day he would be at work. Well, of course his parents were 1st on the list since mine were out of town. I wasn't going to hold my breath because the likelyhood of them saying yes was not usually in our favor. (That's another blog in itself!) Tim calls them up and his dad is asking when they can come visit and Tim popped the question. His dad says yeah that would be great, his mom says no, I have a potluck to cook for. (They live in a new retirement community, enough said.) The few minutes of excitement and shock that they would be able to see them were immediatly doused by her addmission.
Later that evening when I kissed my kids as they were sleeping I just felt sorry for them (his parents) because they are missing out on these children that growing up so fast. Anyway... back to the story

We finally worked out that he could come home early from work if we could leave a little later...problem solved, or so we thought. I had just told my friend the good news, she booked me. Then only a few short hours later Tim's car broke. It is parked next door in front of the neighboor's house because the gearshift would only go in reverse.

So instead of me getting everything ready this morning (after going to bed at 1pm) I have been calling tow companies and auto repair places. I finally successfully found a tow truck and they came and picked up "Oco" (what my kids named Tim's car). It was a big event. The kids thought it was really cool watching they tow truck load poor Oco on it's back. They jumped for joy and cheered when the mission was completed. My son yelled, "By tow truck, by Oco!" as the truck pulled our car away.

So now here I am blogging instead of getting ready. I have 1 hour to finish getting ready. The story of my life!