I raced around this afternoon.
Had to get Jake at 11:45am. Then off to the most hellish of places where all women who want to burden everyone with their crying baby go to have lunch, Purple Cow. I am rushing Jake to get his drink order in. And he changes his mind three times before we can place an order. The waiter didn't want to take our order then, he wants to get the drinks first.
Now if you have every been to, this more adored by children and hated by mother's who don't have crying children, of a placed called Purple Cow you would know they are slow. I knew it and I went anyway with a very packed day. See, I thought we would be smarter - we could get in and get out before that noisey group got there. I was foiled!
We finally got out of there and back home just in time for the sitter to be here to watch Jake while I run to the Dr. I get him squared away. He is going to play outside on the beautiful afternoon in late January. He has a nerf gun, his plan is to shoot bad guys from the bridge of his fort. Bad guys = squirles? Trash collectors? Immaginary guys?
I tell the sitter I will sneak out the front while they are out back. That I will lock the door behind me and for them to have fun. I also say I shouldn't be too long, afterall the Dr. is 10 mins from my house - a quick visit, on my way . . .