My day started exactly as the one before. They all kind of do. After I made muffins for breakfast I jumped in the shower before opening the door and letting my kids play outside while I get my practice time (I hope our neighbors like the flute, because the only time I get to practice is when the kids are outside and I can't leave them unattended, so I keep the door open.) So, once I am done with the shower I hear the phone buzz and the irritated voice of my husband asks me why I am not picking up the phone (note to self: do NOT put phone on vibrate only while taking a shower if you want to stay married). Apparently, he forgot an important piece of equipment in their work shed and wanted me to bring it to him. In Custer. Yes, you heard that right. Custer. An 1.5 hours drive out of town.
Sigh. There goes my practice time. I guess that solo will not be ready by tomorrow. I hate going to my lesson unprepared.
So I load the kids into the car and go find his place of work. It takes me three tries, I end up going half to Sturgis twice. No sense of direction here. But I do find it, eventually, put the thing in the car and take it to Custer. Without turning off to Mt. Rushmore, mind you. (huge accomplishment! LOL)
I find hubby, give him his thingy, feed the kids lunch and head back home. About twenty or so minutes into our trip back I notice that the road doesn't look familiar. It's kind of woody. And HW 16 is not supposed to go through the woods...as far as I remember. Could be wrong.
After arriving at some lake I have never heard of before I call M. and ask if this lake is on the way home. Silence on the other end for a loooong 10 sec. and then 'Lake WHAT???? Never heard of it before! (M. knows this area inside and out...or so be both thought) Are you in Custer State Park? How did you get in? You don't have a permit. Did you stop at the booth and pay the fee?' Booth? What booth? What fee? Am I going to get arrested? What do you mean, you have never heard of that lake??? I WANNA GO HOME!!!!
Ok, so now I am really freaking out. I am going through the park, calling M every 10 minutes to get my bearings, turning around and going the opposite way a couple of times praying I will not get stopped by a park ranger for being there without a permit and still hoping to get to a place I actually recognize.
I spare you the rest. When we finally got to Rapid, Daniel sighed deeply and said 'I am sooo happy we are back to the United States of America!'
So am I, son, so am I.
PS And after all that I went to the YMCA to volunteer for 4 hours. Both the kids and I are so tired we put our socks in the fridge (me) instead of the wash machine and look for Rachael's sippy that is right there in front of our very noses (first Rachael and then myself) for 15 minutes, end up getting a clean one out, filling it up with milk and THEN finding the other one (still full of milk).
Tomorrow is a new day. The furthest I am planning on going is YMCA 12 blocks away. Do you think I will make it without getting lost?
