It’s 3:00 pm and I’m about ready to call it a day.
First of all, I walked into the dermatology clinic feeling all spunky with my curls freshly washed and actually behaving (my curls, not me) for a change. As I’m walking to the room the nurse stopped me and said, “The first thing we’re going to take care of today is the toilet paper sticking out of the back of your pants.” I could not stop laughing imagining the people that just watched me confidently walk through the office.

Wearing masks help disguise you except when you have long silver crazy curly hair. I imagine I’ll be at the store one day and someone will point and say that’s the toilet paper lady.

Around 2:30, I pick up Tessa from daycare and the lady that works there with the beautiful accent said that Tess will probably be tired because she played a lot. She only goes to daycare to play and she loves alone time but only if someone is in the house with her. Since we are helicopter parents, we make sure she’s smothered in love when we have other things to do that don’t involve her.

So, I put on some soothing music (“Sailing” by Christopher Cross) for her and within a few minutes, she’s sleeping in the backseat. We pull in the driveway and I tell her to stay while I get the mail before I pull up to the garage. She’s still sleeping so she doesn’t even care. I get my left leg out of the car and I’m like why do I feel like I’m floating away. My right leg is still in the car and I realize the vehicle is moving. I apparently didn’t put the car in park (Family, please don’t take my driving privileges away). My left hip was stretched in ways it’s never felt before. I jump back in the vehicle (like Vin Diesel) throw it in park and hobble to the mailbox.

Through it all, Tessa continued snoozing while literally sailing away.
DS