Saturday, December 2, 2017

Something Stinks

Life has been a little bit busy here.  It's always busy though.  Someday I may catch up.  But today, I present the latest funny ha ha that happened and being busy and ignoring what I said I should do.


The other day I made a huge mistake.  I copied a link to a video and sent it via messenger to my sister.  I had debated sending it to her by email and told myself, "Self, send this to her email," but I didn't listen to myself.  I opted to use instant messenger instead since that window was already open.  As soon as the link was sent, I realized OH, NO!  

I didn't send that video to my sister.  I sent it to two autism advocates instead!  

I adore these women but the video had nothing to do with autism.  It had nothing to do with vaccines nor anything at all to do with our kids' needs.  The video was not important nor relevant to any conversation we have had or probably ever will have.  Some people may think the video a tad inappropriate, too (swear words), and I had just blasted it to two very busy women who work hard for kids like mine.  


Thankfully, I figured out a way to delete the message.  As quickly as I did that, I sent an accompany apology.  I'm SO sorry.  So, so sorry!  

One of the sweet mamas immediately wrote me back.  "No worries."  

Whew.  No harm, no foul.  

So why this post?  Because I stink.  Well, I don't, but something was starting to stink.  And if I'd bothered to listen to myself...

We were not as busy as we usually are on Thursday evening.  As things were quieting down, I thought to myself, wow.  I might just have time to clean the car.  It had only been 2 weeks since I'd vacuumed it, but I had a nagging feeling that I needed to clean it again.  I got distracted, though, and said that I'd get to it tomorrow.  

Friday was one of the easiest days I've had in a very long time.  All of Ronan's therapy was cancelled which afforded us hours and hours of nothing to run out to.  We're always running out - to his therapy, to a siblings' appointment, to drop off the sibs, to pick up the sibs.  We are go, go, go 8 days a week!  Friday would be the first time I'd have a 5-hour stretch at home.  Five glorious hours.  It sounded heavenly.  

What to do?  What to do?

I made a huge list, turned on some music, and started tackling projects.  I got lots done rather quickly.  With an hour before having to get into the carpool line, I said to myself, "Self, go clean the car, especially the back.  Surely there is stuff in the back of the car for you to put away."  

There was that feeling again.  I hadn't put 'Clean the car' on my To Do list, but I probably should have.

Psst, this is where you ask yourself, "Did Cat go clean the car?" 

And discover that the answer is...

No.  No, she did not.  

What was in the back of the car, you wonder?  What was still there from Thursday morning's shopping trip?  What was it that never made it into the house?  What sat under a blanket in the back of the car for the last few days?  

Four dozen organic 
brown eggs.  Let me clarify.  


You may laugh at me and with me now.  

Since I am a waste not, want not kinda person, for the tiniest split second I thought maybe the eggs were salvageable.  But then I remembered that our temps rose slightly Thursday afternoon.  They rose again Friday afternoon.  It was now Saturday afternoon.  I was not going to take the chance that they were still fresh.  So, into the dumpster they went.  

We were supposed to have eggs and waffles tomorrow morning at breakfast.  I think we may be having cereal and toast instead.  

xo, Cat 

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