Here's where I'm supposed to be right now:
At "Healing Hands Massage". Using the gift card I got LAST Christmas.
Yup, right about now, the masseuse would be quietly leaving the room, and telling me in that whispery-masseuse voice to take my time getting dressed......
....and then you have that fuzzy moment where you wonder if anyone would really notice if you just slept here for awhile.....
.....and you sit up and look in the little mirror on the back of the door and your hair is all oily and massage table-head-y. And you have the worst pillow-face ever.
But it doesn't matter because you're all floaty and spacey.
Yeah. that's not where I am, though.
At 6am my tween refused to get up for school, clutching her stomach in pain/not-pain/whatever. OK. Stay home.
Stepson pulled the rare but deadly 'back-to-sleep" maneuver, causing him to be late for school.
8 year old with extreme Anxiety Disorder dutifully took her baby valium in preparation for the 9:30 cavity-filling appointment.
Arrived at the dentist, where she proceeded to scream, thrash, and clamp her hand over her mouth so the dentist couldn't get to her teeth. Finally, under threat of hospitalization, she let them give her nitrous oxide, which backfired and made her hallucinate "that the dentist was trying to kill me".
Left dentist without getting cavity filled, and halfway home she pukes in the car.
Phonecall from the tween that "the dogs ran through the mud and got it all over the carpets. Upstairs and downstairs."