Busy As A One-Armed Paper-hanger

I love this song. I've had it on repeat for an hour now, in an effort to defrazzle.



Today was hectic with a capital Hec.

I got up, wrangled the Shriek Sisters into diapers and clothing and shoes and why is there always a shoe missing? Always. Toasted English muffins (why English? The English don't even know what these things are.), made myself some hi-test coffee, packed a picnic lunch and herded the Shriek Sisters and their big sister, O, into the car. We were on the road by 8:30.

What is normally a 90 minute drive into Boston, to Joslin Clinic, took me 2-1/2 hours. There was a car stopped dead in the middle of the Mass Pike. No idea why, but oh mah holy hell, did it back up traffic. Then, on Route 9 (or as I prefer to call it, That God-damned Piece of Shit Excuse For A Road), they were doing construction. Construction season in New England sucks ass. First of all, we have these paved cow paths as opposed to a real infrastructure of highways and surface roads, so they twist and turn and there's never a damned street sign on any of 'em (Hello, welcome to Massachusetts. Now fuck off.) and then when they decide to re-pave these things, they put them down to one lane of paved cow path as opposed to two. Of course, by then I had finished my coffee and was on a self-imposed no-spending spree, so I couldn't even pull into one of the thousands of Dunkin' Donuts that speckle TGDPOSEFAR and replenish. I had to drink water. The horror.

I got to Joslin at 10:52. O's appointment was at 11. Actually, I got to the Pilgrim Street parking garage at 10:52. If you've ever parked there, you know my pain. If you haven't, it's like a habitrail. Only darker. Horrible.

Finally, we were done with the medical stuff and I sped back to my nest behind the Tofu Curtain. I remembered that I'd promised to meet elizasmom and TT at the park around 3-ish. Raced upstairs, changed two little butts, bundled them back into the car and went to the park, where, I think, the mothers needed the playdate slightly more urgently than did the children. It was a nice break, though. I felt moderately less frazzled.

Although that all flew out the window as I drove back to the house to make dinner. I'd half forgotten that O had a choir concert tonight at the middle school. Two and a half hours parked in a plastic chair will give you a sore ass, no matter how ample the padding. But I brought my book (Water For Elephants, if you're keeping score at home) and when O wasn't actually singing, I read. That's probably bad, right? Whatever. The book fucking rocked and I finished the rest of it when I got home tonight.

I'm exhausted. And tomorrow I have my first therapy appointment. I'm nervous. Ridiculously nervous, actually. I don't quite know why....

So, to finish up, I shall leave you with some more tranquil pictures, taken in M&T's garden yesterday. My sister had been visiting from California for the past three weeks and yesterday was her final day here and it was glorious.