Oh, y'all - I'm falling down on the job.
Sunday is May 8th. Which means two things.
One, that's Mother's Day. And I managed to put a card in the mail to my mother yesterday - which may arrive Saturday or Monday for Mom. So, clearly, I'm not going to Atlanta for Mother's Day. Because, for one - I have the lingering remains of The Crud. My ears feel pretty stuffed up, I still have a little cough... my eyes look remarkably better, and I don't feel like I'm going to explode in a flash of phlegm.
But we'd be hard pressed to call me "well".
So, I don't have the energy to drive four hours to spend 36 hours in Atlanta, then drive four back...
Especially given last night's activity.
Matt and I went to a hockey game. Not just any hockey game - but the one that ended up being the longest game in Nashville Predators history. Triple Overtime. We paid for one game, we got, basically two. And we won. At 1:03 AM.
Which means I didn't get as much sleep as would have been optimal.
Especially given...THE CRUD.
Ok, so I'm not going to Atlanta, Mom may or may not get a card on time, and I haven't ordered flowers or anything to redeem myself.
I'll redeem myself later. I promise, Mom.
The second aspect of May 8th that has me flummoxed is that it's my nephew's 8th birthday. And if you think I dropped the ball on Mother's Day... well, my poor nephew got equally poor planning.
I wrote him a note and emailed it to my sister, and he'll get some fun books in the mail about two weeks late - because...
Aunt of the Year, right here folks.
I have a few things I have to do this weekend to get ready to travel early Monday to California.
And I have to rest and continue to de-crud.
I should also probably cut myself some slack. I've done right by my nephew more years than not. And I've been a decent daughter for the majority of Mother's Days.
Oh, and BTW - my doctor's office - the ones who didn't catch the ear infection - they called me this morning on my way to work to check on me. I made it clear that I was better - thanks to a different provider medicating the living hell out of me.
So there's that.
Fortune favors the prepared. I need to start preparing.
ae
Sunday is May 8th. Which means two things.
One, that's Mother's Day. And I managed to put a card in the mail to my mother yesterday - which may arrive Saturday or Monday for Mom. So, clearly, I'm not going to Atlanta for Mother's Day. Because, for one - I have the lingering remains of The Crud. My ears feel pretty stuffed up, I still have a little cough... my eyes look remarkably better, and I don't feel like I'm going to explode in a flash of phlegm.
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| I've been slimed. |
But we'd be hard pressed to call me "well".
So, I don't have the energy to drive four hours to spend 36 hours in Atlanta, then drive four back...
Especially given last night's activity.
Matt and I went to a hockey game. Not just any hockey game - but the one that ended up being the longest game in Nashville Predators history. Triple Overtime. We paid for one game, we got, basically two. And we won. At 1:03 AM.
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| This is literally what happened when Fisher scored. |
Which means I didn't get as much sleep as would have been optimal.
Especially given...THE CRUD.
Ok, so I'm not going to Atlanta, Mom may or may not get a card on time, and I haven't ordered flowers or anything to redeem myself.
I'll redeem myself later. I promise, Mom.
The second aspect of May 8th that has me flummoxed is that it's my nephew's 8th birthday. And if you think I dropped the ball on Mother's Day... well, my poor nephew got equally poor planning.
I wrote him a note and emailed it to my sister, and he'll get some fun books in the mail about two weeks late - because...
Aunt of the Year, right here folks.
I have a few things I have to do this weekend to get ready to travel early Monday to California.
And I have to rest and continue to de-crud.
I should also probably cut myself some slack. I've done right by my nephew more years than not. And I've been a decent daughter for the majority of Mother's Days.
Oh, and BTW - my doctor's office - the ones who didn't catch the ear infection - they called me this morning on my way to work to check on me. I made it clear that I was better - thanks to a different provider medicating the living hell out of me.
So there's that.
Fortune favors the prepared. I need to start preparing.
ae
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