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Feb. 17th, 2009 07:14 pmTonight I tied an apron around Sadie and her face lit up like she was getting the world's BEST present EVER. I really should let her indulge her domestic streak more than I do; it's just hard to realize how much she's capable of when she's just six.
In other news, we are currently a one-car family. We expected to get Jon's commuter-mobile back Monday evening, but the wrong part was delivered. This morning I was still feeling reasonably optimistic as Danny and I walked a mile in the sunshine to pick up Sadie from her play date at her friend Lindsey's house. From there, the plan was to walk a second mile to the garage to pick up the car, but I completely underestimated how tired and hungry and reluctant to leave Sadie would be. We made it about halfway down the block before she melted down; fortunately Lindsey's father was off work today and offered to give us a lift to the garage.
As it turned out, it was well that he did because something ELSE was wrong with the car. The mechanic wasn't sure what, but promised to call later in the afternoon when he found out. Fortunately, Lindsey's dad didn't mind driving us another mile home. I waited all afternoon on tenterhooks, feeling more depressed with every passing hour. Finally at 5:30 I called the garage... and got the answering machine.
I was feeling pretty unreasonably morose about the situation, as well as a few other annoyances, but Ativan seems to have taken the edge off the urge to curl up and die. And dinner was really good in spite of my lack of motivation. So, there it is.
In other news, we are currently a one-car family. We expected to get Jon's commuter-mobile back Monday evening, but the wrong part was delivered. This morning I was still feeling reasonably optimistic as Danny and I walked a mile in the sunshine to pick up Sadie from her play date at her friend Lindsey's house. From there, the plan was to walk a second mile to the garage to pick up the car, but I completely underestimated how tired and hungry and reluctant to leave Sadie would be. We made it about halfway down the block before she melted down; fortunately Lindsey's father was off work today and offered to give us a lift to the garage.
As it turned out, it was well that he did because something ELSE was wrong with the car. The mechanic wasn't sure what, but promised to call later in the afternoon when he found out. Fortunately, Lindsey's dad didn't mind driving us another mile home. I waited all afternoon on tenterhooks, feeling more depressed with every passing hour. Finally at 5:30 I called the garage... and got the answering machine.
I was feeling pretty unreasonably morose about the situation, as well as a few other annoyances, but Ativan seems to have taken the edge off the urge to curl up and die. And dinner was really good in spite of my lack of motivation. So, there it is.
