Yesterday I took some me time, well not like the really good kind of me time, just errands but I took my time doing them. I get out of school at 1:30, walk with my friend to the car and talk until I don't know sometime after 2. (I talked a lot about my plan!).
I then drove to Barnes and Noble to return a book, at 3 o-clock promptly my youngest calls.
Him: I'm home
Him: When are you coming home?
Me: Not until you get done with wrestling (8 pm). (Just for the record I did tell everyone in the house my plans for that day)
Him: I have to walk!
Him: Well what can I eat?
So then the conversation ventures off to the fact that I am also going to the grocery store so just find something and telling him that yes he must do his chores before he can go play with a friend.
Now I am still at B & N reading the backs of romance novels, looking at India travel guides, and Indian cookbooks, having the time of my life. I get 4 more calls two from the oldest, and two from the other two. All three seem obessessed with where am I and what time will I be home? Also the question of food come up again and having to walk home from track and to wrestling, though I do assure them I will be home in time to pick them up.
Next stop get the tires rotated, 4 more calls. Where am I now? What am I doing?
Last stop grocery store, but I confess I sit out in the parking lot for 1/2 hour reading one of the romance novels. 3 phone calls, each boy telling me they are going to wrestling (cell phones) and where am I?
Pick the boys up, go in the house, I have dinner ready (did I mention my stove is finally fixed after what 2 months - yeah) and all the boys and the man now ask me where and what I did all day!