Not the Post I Expected to Write

I started several posts today about several different topics. None of them seemed to gel, except one, which was coming along nicely. But my dear friend and fellow blogger posted almost the same thing I wrote. As I write that, I want to make it clear that I don't begrudge him his post. I find it highly amusing that we both chose today to post about the same topic.

Such is the way that my day has gone. No giant call-the-cavalry catastrophes, only tiny little hindrances scattered throughout the day. More like annoyances, really. Just enough to keep me on my toes.

I left a voicemail for my contact at the neurologist's office about my blood work, and haven't received a callback. I hope my blood is enjoying itself in Scotland while I'm sitting here waiting like a desperate woman who is waiting for the phone to ring from someone important...wait, I am a desperate woman who is waiting for the phone to ring from someone important right now. Never mind that analogy.

I had to stop at the store for milk because yesterday my son opened milk that has a late August expiration date (I'm assuming August 2015, but I'm not positive), and it was so spoiled that it smelled like fish. I've never smelled that smell from a milk carton. We all agreed it was a smell more like fish sticks; or a cafeteria on a Friday. I wanted to return the fish milk to the store, but we needed milk, so I had to buy the milk without returning the fish milk. That's another trip I'll have to make.

While we were at the store, I figured we'd look for inexpensive sneakers for camp, seeing that my son leaves Thursday. Well, apparently the store didn't want anyone to buy shoes today, because the shoe department was all disheveled, aisles blocked with carts full of shoes, and the shoes that were on the shelves had about as much order as a bargain bin a Woolworth's. I couldn't tell girl's shoes from boy's shoes from women's shoes from slippers from sandals. Yes, it really was that disorganized. Coupled with the fact that I didn't sleep anywhere near enough last night, it wasn't a pretty sight for me. We left without shoes.

Not everything has gone wrong today, though.

My daughter came home from camp today!

Kids were in the pool, bickering a little about being splashed or something. I told them to be mindful of their space, and my son, great diplomat that he is, told my daughter they could split the pool. He would take the top half.