One of THOSE Mornings :(

After six purple hooter shots and one Malibu Breeze last night at bowling I expected this morning to be a nightmare, but I really wasn't expecting it to be one of "those" mornings. I had one goal when I got home last night...not to puke. I really didn't want another shot after the fifth one, but then Crystal sent another one over (dumb ass ;). It wouldn't have been so bad if she had come over and brought me back to her table, but right in front of Marc wasn't the best idea...the lectures began. "Your gonna puke...Remember, you said you weren't doing this again...OMG." But being the lushy friend I am, I went ahead and threw it back...besides, I haven't puked in like a month :) And those two incidents where I DID puke within two weeks just had to of been a fluke ;)

There is nothing more I enjoy than a challenge with Marc :) I probably would have declined that sixth shot if he hadn't started in on me. But I just had to prove him wrong. And I did :) Surprisingly, I even woke up before the alarm went off. I came downstairs to get on the computer since I had some time to kill. The boys weren't far behind me. They started playing the Wii. It wasn't long after that when the morning took its turn for the worst.

I went upstairs to get dressed. I wanted to stop by the gym after I dropped the boys off at camp, but after being upstairs for less then five minutes the screaming began downstairs. How can those boys be tired of each other after only being awake for less than fifteen minutes? I was instantly annoyed (I wanted Aspen to stay asleep so I COULD go to the gym) and quietly ran downstairs to do that yell while gritting my teeth thing that moms are known to do. And it was all over a damn controller, "He won't give it back to me!"..."He said he didn't want to play and now he's playing!" Soon after I heard a soft pitter patter above me :(

But whatever...so I didn't get to work out at the gym again, big deal. I sucked it up and got three kids ready and out the door instead of two. Once I got to the Nature Center I realized I had forgotten the boys backpacks (with their lunches)...sigh. What really pissed me off about it was I just had this feeling I was going to forget them...like deja vu or something. I already told myself NOT to forget them and even put them right by the door. I must have killed a little too many brain cells last night.

Back home I went, thinking to myself...what better way to get over not being able to go to the gym this week than indulging in a yummy 500 calorie Cinnamon Melt from McDonald's (with an iced coffee ;) OMG was it sinfully delicious :) Back I went to the Nature Center. I was so tired of that drive that I decided I was going to try a different route on the way home.

You know, there have been lots of times that I have thought to myself, "You really shouldn't text while you're driving" (the thoughts haven't stopped me of course), but the thought never occurred to me that I shouldn't mess with my navigation while driving. I was messing with the map when I looked up and saw I was headed right for a mailbox...I swerved quickly, but too late. BAM!!! Aspen quickly asked me if I hit a car. Ugh...I see the side-view mirror is closed. I seriously can't help but laugh at this point. ;) NOW I have to drive home and tell Marc I messed up yet another car...he's going to take away my licence. Before going home, I get out to check the damage. Luckily the mirror was still in tact...just the plastic over the blinker light was broken. Relieved a little, I get back in and head home, debating bringing him coffee in bed to break the news.

I also had to find a way to stop laughing. But I couldn't help it, I felt like it must be a dream...how could this be happening. How many times am I going to have to walk down that path where I have to tattle tail on myself....it's the worst. I always feel like a child when I have to tell him about my car screw ups :( He just got the BMW fixed after Nicholas hit it with the golf cart (my fault for letting him drive). Now I have to tell him about the Mercedes. Thankfully, he wasn't home when I got back :) I had a little more time.

I ended up meeting him for lunch (felt better about breaking the news in a public place). Luckily, he was in a fantastic mood about HoN :) When I started to tell him about the "incident" his first reaction was, "OMG...did you break the mirror off the car in the garage again?" (I have already done that to the Escalade once). That was actually a good assumption because it made the small ding not nearly as bad. Of course, HE did find more when he came out to examine it himself (what I thought was a splattered bug was actually a chip). Luckily, he was in such a great mood that he didn't get that upset about it, but he still didn't laugh about it with me :) Instead, I got that familiar look of disappointment. I just gave him a smile goodbye and told him I would try to bring her home in one piece :)