so, onward and homeward. the end of monday? not. i have to do some quick juggling in re: the rather large check i unexpectedly wrote this afternoon. so off on errands, or, no, not yet.
me: kurtwood? we have to go!
him: [mournfully] mommy i pooped.
me: what? you what? is it bad?
[he was so sorry. i wasn’t mad. i got the pants off and took care of the asswiping, carried the soiled pok?mon underwear to the trash. they were heavy. i scraped most of the poop off with a paper towel. i only got a little bit on my fingers]
i head off to do errands. last stop, the bank at 5:55. cool. made that on time. but when i get out the bank … i mean, who parks like this? [note: pausing at this point in the narrative to reinstall the NIC card on my other puter so i can upload … this picture]. you can’t see it that well, but the thing’s parked like four inches from my side door and i couldn’t back out without ripping off my side mirror. turns out the answer to that question is, a really old feeble guy that shouldn’t be driving at all, let alone a big ole SUV.
i am not without perspective. i know people have way worse problems. but these little annoyances were still annoying enough.