Some days surprise even me.

Last night I sat down and made an enormously long list of things to do today. The time had come, the time was now, I needed to climb out from under the covers and start making things happen around here, again.

And I have to say in a nanny nanny boo boo, kind of way that I am rather impressed with myself. To begin with, I tackled the educational needs of my two oldest children. There are still some loose ends to be tied and i's to dot and t's to cross, but the hour I spent at the high school was time well spent in alleviating many of my fears and anxieties that both my sons will end up living in a van down by the river.

Then I went to an absolutely delightful breakfast with friends at IHOP. I ordered what I always order, the garden crepes. Which are scrumptious crepes filled with mushrooms, spinach, and onions, covered with hollendaise sauce and tomatoes. I could eat those every day for ever. My mouth is watering just thinking about them. I always order the same thing, because I am not a risk taker. And then it was even better because there was much laughter and giggling. And of course we were celebrating the return of the children to school. We had all survived another year of the holiday season, school break, and travelling. All seemed right with the world again.

The next dragon to be slayed was Jared's medical care. I was successful in moving Jared's doctor appointment up to tomorrow instead of next week. In which case the doctor can advise me on what needs to happen next. Then I took him to physcal therapy and to the eye doctor.

In a wonder of wonder moment, I mailed something at the post office. This alone made it a red letter day. Also it proves that the day of miracles has not ceased.

Some day we should have a comment box discussion, where in you all analyze my inability to actually return things or mail something. I am sure that it is some sort of genetic defect. It couldn't be a character flaw?

For whatever reason, if you lend me something and need it returned or need me to mail something to you, you have a better chance of winning the lottery. FYI. Just so you know. Bless my heart. And no offense intended.

Although in another astonishing moment, yesterday, I returned a bowl to someone at church that I have only had for a month. Last year I kept some one's bowl that they insisted I take home full of chocolate fondue. I had that bowl for 11 months. Good grief Charlie Brown. I need help. Just ask the library and red box, they will tell you all about my horrendous tack record.

And then as if all this weren't enough. I made chicken nuggets for dinner. Pretty impressive don't ya think?

And as the crowning glory of my day of many accomplishments, I put away my Christmas stuff of many colors. Not quite all of it, and not quite all away, but close enough for government work.

So tomorrow I am crawling back under my rock. Enough crossing things off my list.

It was like one fine day in the emerald city, except everything here is gray right now, and there was no singing and dancing or wearing green. But I think you get the general idea.