High Blood Pressure Day
Today started with me getting to work - knowing my day was completely booked back to back to back to back with meetings. Monday's truly suck. Anyway, I got to work and the orthodontist called and I totally forgot about Prissy's appointment (which was at 8:15pm). I rescheduled it for tomorrow, but it's at 9:30am. I should never schedule anything at 8am on a Monday morning.
Then, meetings, meetings, meetings... Then, lunch, which was a nice break. However, Hubby reminded me that Prissy has a field trip tomorrow - at the same time I scheduled her ortho appointment. As soon as I got back to work I was going to call the ortho, but my phone was ringing... It was the school and Bubba had ripped his pants. A lot... And they needed me to go home and get him another pair of pants. We live an hour away - so I told them, while giggling hysterically, that I couldn't go home, but that I'd run to Target to pick him up a new pair. *sigh* So, I canceled my right after lunch meeting and ran to the store and picked him up two pairs of pants (he's an incredibly skinny kid and it's hard to size him. I bought him a 4/5 and a 6 slim with the super neat adjustable waist.) The horrible part is that I found it incredibly funny. I couldn't stop laughing the entire time I was shopping.
Anyway, I got to the school and he was sitting in the office. The hole - totally ripped in the crotch from front to back. His Pirates of the Carribean underwear were there for all the world to see. It took every ounce of control I had to not crack up in front of him. He was so embarrassed... But, to see his underwear just "out there" was almost too much to bear. Anyway, the 4/5 was too big around the waist, so I made the 6 slim as absolutely as small as possible and they fit. A bit long, but one roll he was fine. He really liked the new pants. Anyway, he went back to class and I got in my car and laughed until I had tears...
Went back and went to all my meetings and they were much better. A good belly laugh fixes almost anything. I realized at 5pm that I failed to call the ortho to reschedule the appointment for tomorrow. We called and asked them to give us a call. I picked up Prissy, we went to dinner and then went to her baton lesson. Then home - where hubby was sort of on a tirade about taxes. He thinks we're gonna get hit with the AMT tax because I sold all my stock options in December. However, I had to sell my options because I'm leaving my company (we were spun off - not a choice of mine) and I will lose them if I don't sell them. The cool part is that I sold them at a relatively good price (the stock tanked shortly after that.) But, they will probably all go away in taxes for next year. GAH!