Tuesday morning my terribly athletically addicted son got up when the first number on the clock was a FOUR… and went to “stick time” at the local ice arena. When a seven appeared on my clock, I entered the land of the non-sleeping and hurried off to meet a fellow crazy homeschool mom to plan our brains out for the coming school year. It was a good time at Cabin Coffee…. a quaint little coffee shop that actually made me feel like I was in Lake Tahoe for a few hours…. logging saws on the wall, logs sticking out everywhere… bears… lanterns… circular saw blades. Very cabin-y. When all that was finished, I went to Austin’s friend’s house to pick him up after their pre-dawn hockey adventure. I pulled into the driveway and hopped out to knock on the door. No answer. I rang the doorbell several times. There were no dogs barking, which made me curious…. that they would keep a collie outside in August in Phoenix. A bit frustrated that my son wasn’t waiting for me with great anticipation… I called his cell phone. “Dude, I’m at the front door.” “That’s funny, Mom, because we are outside the front door too!” “Oh.” Wrong door. I was really close.. just one house away. Thankfully the neighbors weren’t home.
Today my overly popular babysitting daughter was watching two little girls a few streets over. She has watched these two for over a year. At 6:22 pm as I was enjoying a Caesar salad with mushroom and olives and a delectable boca burger, the aforementioned daughter texted me and asked me to come pick her up. I dropped my fork, grabbed my keys and was out the door before anyone could yell “Cowabunga, Dude.” So I pulled up and honked the horn… just like a tacky date would! My daughter did not appear. I hopped out of the van and knocked on the front door. This time the dogs barked like CRAZY miniature attack animals. But no one answered the door. Then I heard voices… coming from the next door house… and I recognized one voice. I was really close…. just one house away. Thankfully the neighbors weren’t home.
Typical for me!