I left yesterday morning with a long list full of stuff to accomplish. I even left the house on time.
Dropped Linds off at school and headed for destination #1: My dentist.
I got on the interstate and proceeded to drive right on by the exit. How did I do that? I have not a clue. I don’t think I have ever done this before. I was 7 minutes late. I loathe being late. And for this, I had to have x-rays. I know they did this part just to make me suffer. I asked mid x-ray, “hey, do they make those cardboard thingies in a bigger size? I don’t feel that my mouth is bleeding yet.”
I then headed to my many other stops. All is good.I got many items checked off my list.
I get home, had a little bit of sushi for lunch. (I want the name of the guy who put crab in my California rolls!)
I changed my ‘running errand clothes’ to gym shorts and a tank and lost the cute sandals to my flips. I then headed out to pick up Lo from the bus stop. We came home, I had some cleaning to do. (thank you cat that threw up on my couch!)
As I was bustling around the house and getting ready for us to run to our next destination, I caught a glimpse of my feet.
See anything wrong with this?
I am not stressed about Christmas.
I am not stressed about our party on Saturday. Really.
I don’t know what to blame this on.