I'm a day behind on posting.... trying to get something written every day because life is in the fast lane with a child here with us and we want to get it all down so we can remember it later!
I was up.... miserably up.... around 7:00 yesterday morning, beating the alarm clock. Just falling asleep... I had not slept well at all. Kept dreaming I'd miss that early dental appointment.
Got
dressed and left 45 minutes early as usual - arrived around 9:15 after a liesurely drive to town. Walked into the office and Vickie looked up suprised, flipped the page in the appointment book and said, "Welcome early - you're not due in until 2:30 this afternoon!"
I had felt myself going to sleep twice while driving - once, coming through Flat Rock, and the other while sitting at a red light. That's how tired I was. I told Vickie that Charles had gotten their "'reminder call" on Friday and had told me 9:30. I had wondered why I would have scheduled something so early, but knowing we had originally talked about an 8:30 appointment just to "get it over with" since Savannah would be here, I didn't question it. Boy was I wrong. I then remembered telling her to book it after lunch because I'd never be awake for the early appointment. Boy was I RIGHT.
Left the office, drove home, got back in jammies and climbed in bed. Savannah was still asleep! I slept until 12:30 and got up. Savannah had only been awake for 45 minutes and was "helping Papaw".
We decided to take the evening to take Vanna shopping so we worked a while and then
left the house around 3:30. Stopped by an antique mall in Biltmore Village and then went on to Marshall's*Homegoods across from the Asheville Mall. Vanna racked up in there - Vera*Bradley style back pack for starters. She looked so cute with that thing on.... Papaw was laughing as we walked across the parking lot with our "finds". He then took us to Sage*brush to get dinner. Vanna had steak, salad, bread, some of our sweet potatos, and macaroni and cheese. She was stuffed.
Told us that she wanted to go shopping "tomorrow, too"..... good little shopper.
On the way home she read poems that she had written in the car on the way to Asheville. She at age 9 is a good little writer. We didn't get ice cream as usual because she repeated, "I'm STUFFED."
We arrived home, showered and went to bed, tired but happy.
I was up.... miserably up.... around 7:00 yesterday morning, beating the alarm clock. Just falling asleep... I had not slept well at all. Kept dreaming I'd miss that early dental appointment.
Got
dressed and left 45 minutes early as usual - arrived around 9:15 after a liesurely drive to town. Walked into the office and Vickie looked up suprised, flipped the page in the appointment book and said, "Welcome early - you're not due in until 2:30 this afternoon!"I had felt myself going to sleep twice while driving - once, coming through Flat Rock, and the other while sitting at a red light. That's how tired I was. I told Vickie that Charles had gotten their "'reminder call" on Friday and had told me 9:30. I had wondered why I would have scheduled something so early, but knowing we had originally talked about an 8:30 appointment just to "get it over with" since Savannah would be here, I didn't question it. Boy was I wrong. I then remembered telling her to book it after lunch because I'd never be awake for the early appointment. Boy was I RIGHT.
Left the office, drove home, got back in jammies and climbed in bed. Savannah was still asleep! I slept until 12:30 and got up. Savannah had only been awake for 45 minutes and was "helping Papaw".
We decided to take the evening to take Vanna shopping so we worked a while and then
left the house around 3:30. Stopped by an antique mall in Biltmore Village and then went on to Marshall's*Homegoods across from the Asheville Mall. Vanna racked up in there - Vera*Bradley style back pack for starters. She looked so cute with that thing on.... Papaw was laughing as we walked across the parking lot with our "finds". He then took us to Sage*brush to get dinner. Vanna had steak, salad, bread, some of our sweet potatos, and macaroni and cheese. She was stuffed.Told us that she wanted to go shopping "tomorrow, too"..... good little shopper.
On the way home she read poems that she had written in the car on the way to Asheville. She at age 9 is a good little writer. We didn't get ice cream as usual because she repeated, "I'm STUFFED."
We arrived home, showered and went to bed, tired but happy.
