Welcome to My World . . .

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, because I feel like I’m forever saying this, we have been insanely busy. I mean stupid busy. It’s a mix track season, spring break, Easter, school activities and fundraisers, remodeling a house, doctor’s appointments, normal day to day life (church, home, school, etc.) . . . it’s just all the things, but by Sunday night I was done. I went to bed before 9:00 which I never do, and I feel asleep within minutes which I really never do.

So you would think, come Monday morning, I would be well rested, and I thought I was. Unfortunately, I don’t think my brain has caught up with my body in the rest department. Yesterday, I cleaned house, did some laundry, and with a few extra minutes I had on hand, put in for a grocery pick up . . . for this morning, Tuesday, April 18th the year of our Lord 2023, at 7:30 a.m. . . . imagine my confusion when I went to add something to my order yesterday evening only to see that my order had been closed, and I couldn’t add anything. Did it occur to me to check why I couldn’t add anything? No. I just assumed that the website was messing up and continued on doing all my Monday things . . . until about 6:30 p.m. when I got a text telling me my order would be ready for pick up at 7:30 . . . last night . . . at bedtime for my youngest . . . way to go, Courtney . . . maybe next time actually read before clicking the button to finalize the order.

Not to be deterred by having to load my child up at what is normally her bedtime and haul her with me to get groceries, I just went with it. We got the groceries, unloaded the groceries, and managed to still get everyone in bed at a reasonable hour. No harm. No foul.

Today, Tuesday, started off easy enough. I mean I already had all the groceries in my house so that left me time to get some (more) laundry done, squeeze in an early morning workout, and shower and get dressed to head out to run some errands before the afternoon pick ups. I went to UPS to drop off an Amazon return . . . I’m sure they wonder exactly how many packages one can order and return to Amazon in such a short amount of time. I’m working on showing them it is, in fact, a very large number. Then I had to run in our local Walmart real quick like. In the interest of full disclosure, I don’t love Walmart, but alas, we have no Target in our town so Walmart it is. Did my Walmart run. Maybe got a couple strange looks, but it’s Walmart so who knows . . . from there I went to get in the pick-up line at my daughter’s school. If you don’t get there insanely early, you will be ridiculously far back when school dismisses. It’s a wait now or wait later kind of deal. So while I was waiting, I looked down and realized my shirt was on backwards, and I am not wearing a shirt that is the same in the front and the back. It was obviously on backwards. Which would explain the stares in the Walmart . . . but it is Walmart, after all, and most people don’t even get dressed to go in there, so whatever.

For a split second, I thought about trying to turn my shirt around right then and there, but thankfully, the few brain cells that were awake kicked in because had I tried to turn that shirt around, there is a 100% chance that the school resource officer standing just five feet away from my car would’ve had to arrest me for indecent exposure. Wouldn’t that have been cute? Needless to say, I’m tired, but my brain is obviously tired-er (not a real word). Here’s to caffeine, and maybe, hopefully, life slowing down just a bit here soon . . . but probably not because kids.