when you’re headed off to the doctor for an appointment for your nagging summer cold and you run by summer camp to drop-off one child only to learn that summer camp has no power so you can’t drop off your child. So … you turn to your child and say “you get to go to the doctor with me!” First child is mad. Second child is madder. “No fair, he gets to spend more time with you than me!”

Tears ensue. Screaming. Crying. And yet you’re as undaunted as you could possibly be, and trudge forward, knowing your health literally depends on it.

You head to the second child’s daycare only to get half-way there and learn that the road is closed right smack dab in front of you. You handle the slight detour with ease and get your second child settled at day care. She’s even happy by the time you kiss her goodbye. Whew. Things are looking up.

On the way to the doctor, you swing by summer camp again and victory! the power is back on.

You are still on track to get to the doctor early, as planned, if only you don’t miss your turn … which you do, so you decide to take the long way, only to find that yet another road is closed. So you do a u-turn and head back to the original turn and (… you couldn’t possibly do it but you do …) miss your turn again! You have got to stop pondering life when you drive through the cornfields on the way to the doctor’s office!

From there things calm down, you … see the doctor … get your prescriptions … get back home in time for your appointment … life is good. Until … you go to fill the prescriptions.

You drop off the prescription at the grocery store pharmacy (because they’re just so nice) and decide it would be speedier to run into Target than wait for the prescription to be filled. At Target you run into a friend and chat for 45 minutes … and don’t get out of Target until AFTER the pharmacy is closed. So you head home only to realize you didn’t get one of your bags home from Target. So you go back to Target and for the first time all day, actually get somewhere without incident, just before the store closes. You retrieve your belongings, drive home (again without incident) and head straight to the computer where you know you can blog about your day and someone will bend their ear and listen. You’re grateful.

Have you ever had a day like that? Me neither 😉 … and thank goodness … it sounds exhausting. Doesn’t it?