Should have been Dawson's Creek and a Tomato Sandwich

May 14, 2004 | Category: On The Job

The afternoon plan was this:
1) pick up Bear and his babysitter
2) stop at Town Hall and get permission slip for garage sale on Saturday
3) arrive home
4) make self a tomato sandwich (lightly buttered toast, fresh tomato slices, salt, pepper, and maybe some herbs or cheese crumbles if handy) and sweet tea (half herbal iced tea, half lemonade) and
5)catch 30 minutes of my current guilty pleasure - Dawson's Creek reruns.
6)Then work myself silly for another 5 hours.

Instead:
1) picked up kidlet and babysitter
2) dropped them off at one of the town's water parks with $1 for an ice cream
3) raced to where I thought Town Hall was
4) looked around some more for Town Hall
5) called 411 and asked for directions for Town Hall
6) found Town Hall
7) circled Town Hall. and again. finally found parking.
8) begged for a garage sale permit, despite less than 7 days notice. Was chided. Complimented clerk on picture of baby granddaughter.
9)Got permit.
10) headed back to water park
11) Answered cell at intersection before water park

And here the wagon fell off its wheels. Thud.

Me: Mr. Vendor Rep! You were supposed to call me this morning

VR: I had to go out of town

Me: So you're probably going to miss our meeting in Chicago tomorrow?

VR: Yes

Me: So the project manager you were going to assign to assist me - will he be making the trip?

VR: Not so much - he's no longer with my company

Me: So update me; how are you going to make next week's milestone?

And out of the corner of my eye I see that Bear and babysitter - both wet - are approaching the van.

At the same time VR quickly conferences in "Vendor Rep 2" - a guy he thinks might be helpful to our cause.

Simultaneously I hear VR and VR2 come on the line I hear... "MOMMMMMMMMY! Where's my popsicle? I don't want to go home!!! I want to stay and play!!!!! MommmY!" and then PUSH the "mute" button.. yes...toooo flipping late.

VR: Elizabeth? Are you there?

VR2: I need to change phones, I'm hearing a lot of noise in the background...

Sometimes, I HATE being a work-at-home (or van) Mom.