Yesterday I had my day all planned. I was going to take my kid to camp, come home, and write the start to Chapter 17 in The South Sea Bubble. I would have a healthy lunch, and go and collect the kid. We would both go to Costco and do a shopping trip, since I had COUPONS! (add sound of celestial choir singing.)
We would go home and I'd do a quick workout. My husband was supposed to be away for work, so once I got the kid in bed I could do some more work and complete an edit I'm doing for Ross Kitson, the author of Darkness Rising.
Yeah, none of that happened. Here's how the day went:
Over coffee, hubby announced that he was going to cancel his business trip.
Workers showed up early and began making loud noises with their machinery. I was expecting them at noon, so I had to run around and hide toys and folded laundry, to pretend I'm a real adult and have a clean house.
When I got back from camp, ready to write, the power went out. It came back on only when I was about to leave to pick up the child.
I never got that lunch, since I was busy with the workers and the laundry. I had a hot dog at Costco instead - you know, that 1.50 lunch that actually is my very favorite lunch. (I'm a cheap date.)
We shopped at Costco and it turned out, in the checkout line, that the coupons didn't start until the next day. Did I ever check the dates? NOPE
By the time I got home and stored all the stuff that I had bought anyway, since I certainly wasn't going to waste a trip to Costco, I had such a killer headache that I could only collapse limply on the sofa and watch Soul Surfer with my kid.
She did pretend to be surfing off the couch on a cushion while the film was going on, so there's that. It must have been fun, because she did it about a gafrillion times.
That couch surfing saved what would have been a *#$* day.