This week I cannot go Tuesday, so we had to change to Monday. Horrors! Unfortunately we also have other things we typically do after school Monday. We always go to Aldi. Today we have to take Henry for a haircut, drop him off at home, then go to recycling (change in schedule), and finally buy a few things at Aldi.
I'm explaining this because last night before Isaac went to bed, he put all of the recycling in our small living room. We have an old wastebasket full of stuff plus boxes and bags. He absolutely would not take it to our van last night because he typically doesn't do that job until Monday after school. This drives me crazy.
To make matters more interesting, I decided I wasn't going to shower today until after I went for a walk. I crossed several things off my list this morning. I made tacos and a few burgers. I wrote for a bit and was deep in thought. I emptied the garbage and put it by the back door.
Then my brother called, and it was so good to hear his voice and to chat about the virtual marathon he completed over the weekend.
About a minute after that call ended, Henry came home to get something for band -- rings for a chart or something. He seldom comes home during the school day. I'm always surprised when he unlocks the door and waltzes in. I didn't understand what he said because I had run into the bathroom to hide because I was absolutely embarrassed that it was so late and I was still wearing my old blue robe and hadn't combed my wild hair.
Henry had brought a friend with him!
" _______ is here with me, Mom!" he yelled. "It's a good thing you are hiding!" OMG.
I've spoken with this friend before, most recently Friday night at the football game. She's lovely. They were here for about a minute. Henry yelled, "Do you want me to take out the trash?" I thought that was nice, but probably the only reason he asked was that it had blocked the back entrance a bit as they were coming and going.
I decided as long as I was in the bathroom, I should hop in the shower. As I was showering, I was thinking about this poor teenage girl who was likely traumatized. This friend, who has never been here before, saw garbage by our back door and recycling all over our living room. All she knows is that the place was a mess and I was hiding in the bathroom when she showed up. I'm horrified. I hope she returns another time, but if she doesn't, I'll understand.
How's your day going?