Satur is just another day

I had intended to post something here daily. So far, I'm not doing so well - y'all can come over and kick me in the tookus - and it's due in part to me and my wacky-busy life.

Yesterday was the third Saturday of the month, which, to most people, is a day to get chores done around the house or catch a game on TV. For me, it's a day in the car. These Satur-driving-days are at least seven hours long, by the time I attend the Sisters In Crime meeting then sit around and visit afterward. Plus my daughter works in the opposite direction and needs to be dropped off, and picked up, on both ends of my longish road trip. So add another 20 minutes or more. Twice.

So, normally, I take her to work, then drive right past my house to go to the meeting. Yesterday, though, my husband - bless him - volunteered to take the kid to work, which saved me a little time in the car. Our extended families live in the city where the SinC meeting is held and I try - but don't always succeed - to see someone while I'm in town, if it's possible, which it often isn't. Plus there are great quilt shops in the area. ;)

Since Bill was taking the kid to work, I left about half an hour earlier (10:30 instead of 11) and hit the quilt shop (12:25) before going to my mom's (12:50) and taking her to lunch (1:20 - 2:35), then I rushed across town to the meeting (3:00), enjoyed meeting (5:00), talked with the girls for a bit (intended for 6pm), then - oh, shit, I'm LATE! (6:10) - sped hurried back up north, drove right past my house (7:59) and up the highway to get the kid from work (8:25) - who ended up working about 20 minutes late (8:45) (headsmack) and stopped by gas station (8:55), rushed home (9:17) to make supper (by 9:45) so hubby could eat before he had to leave for work at 10:30.

Then I sat on the couch and watched mindless TV. Because I was cranky.

I also have drive-all-day days on the first and third Tuesday of each month because of my writing group that, while not quite as far away (only and hour and a half) is more fun and takes just as long and includes just as much rushing around.

Today I have nowhere to be until it's time to pick up the kid at 8:30 or so, but I do have a lot of laundry to do, and a house to tidy up, and a hubby to smooch.

Maybe I can squeeze in some writing. Or sewing. Or both.