Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

This happened Thursday – I was too cussed tired last night and hit “save” instead of “publish”

The day dawned gray and dreary. For some psychotic reason, I decided that TODAY would be the day that I pull through the loop and boot the boys out of the van – dropping them off at the front door of the school.

Joseph (bless his little heart) went through the front door, then came back out to find Daniel. Dan was standing in front of the school, reading the signs and looking a little lost. I heaved a little sigh, pulled the van up and parked illegally, then ran my fatass down the sidewalk to take him by the hand and lead him to class.

Then I hopped on the interstate to my own school, knowing there’s a cuppa coffee and at least an hour between now and my first class. I parked in the back 40 deliberately, knowing it would make me walk and I could use the exercise. Loaded down with 25 lbs of books and another 5-10 of laptop/case and a 1.5L bottle of green tea, I confidently marched myself from one end of campus to the other.

I arrived at the library’s coffee machine just in time to help My New Friend that I’d met yesterday make a cup of coffee. The machine is one of those with individual packets – you have to push the button, insert the cartridge, push the button again, and make sure your cup is *just so* in the machine. We spent the next hour chitchatting. I looked at the clock, realized I have less than five minutes to pack up the laptop, haul myself up the hill and up three flights of stairs.

Obviously, I was late. The class is cram/slam/jam full because it’s an intro course, and there are no chairs available. I dragged one in from the hall and sat down to hear the prof read the syllabus to us.
Class was dismissed after 30 minutes – which left me an hour til my next class. So like the good little socializer y’all know I am, I immediately dashed for my favorite hole in the wall. (Three floors down.) The good news is that ANOTHER friend was already in the room, and we spent the next hour chitchatting. The bad news? I was late for my next class (three floors up. again.) cuz I was runnin’ my bigassed mouf. The worse news? It’s the same frackin’ prof. And her syllabus is almost EXACTLY the same – so I get to spend the next 30 minutes of my life listening. Again.

Released from class early, I went back down to my study room, but my friend was already gone. I plopped on the sofa and snacked while reading.

Exactly one and a half hours later you could find me making my not-so-chipper way back up the same three flights of stairs.The next class was exactly what I expected it to be – I’ve had the prof a few times before so it was awesome to see her again. Again, she dismissed class after going over the syllabus and introducing herself a bit. I not only went back down all three flights of stairs, but I walked down the hill (wheeze!) to The Grille only to find that it hasn’t opened for the semester yet.

A part of me died a little bit as I made my hungry way back up the hill and decided to make a run for a burger. The good news is that BK is riiiight around the corner so I grabbed my usual combo and sucked it down.

I decided that I’d Walked Quite Enough at that point, so I dumped all but my last book in the back of the van and tucked the laptop case under the seat. Verified that my purse was in the backpack, cranked the engine so I could crack the windows a bit, and thunked the robo-locks down. Hauled myself to the building, thinking while I was walking that something just….doesn’t feel “right”. I went into the study room and doublechecked the backpack. Yup, purse is right there. Reach into the pockets – yup, lighter, burt’s bees lipstuff, phone……where are my keys?

Of COURSE. They’re in the ignition. So I go to the public safety office and ask if they have a slimjim, only to be told “We can tell you who the cheapest person who CAN open your car is!” I looked at the guy and said “I’ll just call Dad and get him to bring me the spare key.”

And then I hauled my barking dawgs back down the hill to my van to not only verify that the keys were indeed in the ignition, but to potentially wait for Dad to bring me the spare key if I needed him to.

The good news is – I did manage to get my keys out of the van. The bad news is that in order to actually get my keys out of the van, I tested to see if one of the power windows would slide down any further with no power – and it did. It didn’t go down far, but it’s enough for me to slide my arm into the crack and unlock the entire van.

Which, of course, freaked me out because OHMYGAWD someone is going to BREAK INTO MY VAN.

And then I hauled my ass back up to the third floor AGAIN for my last class of the day- which was a bit of a homecoming. The majority of that class has been together for the last two semesters of spanish – we’re all friends/family. And we got cranky on the people who “broke up” our family by taking it in summerschool and therefore missing us.

Of course the last class ended early, so I boogied on home. I pulled into the driveway to see Joe outside playing with sticks and mud, and every one else in the house watching TV and generally being obnoxious.

The minute I walked in the door, everyone but Alannah looked at me and said “WE’RE HUNGRY!!!!!”

It was almost 7pm, and the only person who had eaten was Alannah. So? I hauled myself into the kitchen to toss nuggets on plates and lost two layers of skin on the stickyassed kitchen floor. Got out the broom and mop and Dr. Bronners Peppermint and gave the kitchen a quickmop while the nuggets cooked and tossed my own chicken into the frying pan.

And then proceeded to load yesterday’s dishes into the dishwasher.

And then remembered that Joe pissed the bed last night and his bed needs changed. I washed his comforter (I really need to get him another one) and stuck it in the dryer – the sheets can wait til tomorrow.

And then tossed the boys into the shower.

And this is where I’m going to stop. But holy SHIT what a day.