Thank you delicious treat at sunset, you were my invigorating reward for surviving a suburban Saturday. After starting the day off slowly with a little voice saying "i don't feel so good" and the consequences thereof, things got faster:
drive to soccer field and drop off #2 - drive to fair where daddy is fundraising and pick up #1 without the police yelling at me - drive to the YMCA and drop off #1 - drive to Starbucks and get a green tea latte - drive to Panera to pick up lunch - drive to soccer field and watch daughter's team getting completely creamed and make some small talk with other sufferers of suburban Saturday - drive with #2 to drop off team mate with her mom at a different soccer field - drive back to YMCA and plop both in the shower, dress one in spiffy choir uniform and figure out what to do with #2, who only has cleats with her - drive to church to drop off #1 while eating lunch in the car - drive #2 to the fair, this time police is not patient and I drive around the fair like a maniac, because fundraising daddy's phone is ignoring impatient mama's incessantly calling phone - drive home to get changed - drive to church, listen to one bishop, then another bishop and mostly the people behind me, who behave like they are on the Jerry Springer show - sign out daughter, show face at reception for minimum time needed - drive home, throw the car keys in the corner and have a glass of Freixenet with pommegranate seeds!
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