Just when you think you have it all together.....

This morning was going great. I had a lovely night's sleep, the packing is going swimmingly. With the exception of my range spitting flames at me and shocking my arm, my dishwasher leaking, and a few other choice experiences, my Monday had gone well. There was one great thing- I had a leaky faucet. It leaked and leaked. I really wanted it fixed. I turned off the water to the sink, but guess what? It still leaked. The plumber came and looked at it- supposedly fixed it, but still, drip drip drip. I had an idea I wanted to try, but I was vetoed. "Better let the professional handle it" He told me. Yesterday, I figured the pro had taken his crack at it (plumber's crack, get it?) and now it was my turn! Know what I did? I put a bead of silicon all around the offending joint and you know what? I FIXED IT! THAT'S RIGHT. ME. MY IDEA. Ha.

Anyway, on to this morning. Things were going pretty well. I'd taped and mudded the ceiling of my shower, and did a dang good job. I LOVE taping inside corners. It's very soothing. Then I kicked it into gear and bathed Liam, got him dressed, out the door, and dropped off to preschool. On the way to see my lover, aka Home Depot, my phone rang. Angie had just dropped her daughter off at preschool. My brain clunked a gear. If her daughter was at preschool.....it wasn't Liam's day for preschool! It wasn't Wednesday after all! I felt a moment of vertigo and a disturbance in the time/space continuum. Then I laughed my head off. Poor Liam was very much traumatized to be there with the wrong class. There were tears, and I came to his rescue as soon as I'd paid for my packing boxes, masking paper, paint and tape.