Today was a good day.
Despite the fact that Thing 1’s trumpet book was missing, searching high and low was netting zero results, and I had pretty much resigned to the fact it was never going to be seen again.
It felt like a day for getting things done and since I had the car, had some errands to run, and some ingredients to restock, I headed to Costco.
I think that Costco on a Tuesday morning is your best bet. As compared to, say, Saturday – Oh! I see! This *is* the apocalypse – Tuesday was alright.
I typically put my budget blinders on as I walk through the door and focus on the needs (as opposed to the wants). Today was no different, though the list of needs was long, so it took some time to get out of there.
I promise I can justify every single thing that went into my cart. My splurges were a few gluten free ingredients so I can be well prepared for this journey of mine.
That is a weird word. It’s also weird that I consider basic ingredients to be splurges. Maybe it’s the sheer volume of stuff inside Costco. I’d like a bulk sized bottle of Lemon Juice. Sure I would, but I don’t want two. Where the heck would I put it?
It just feels so … so … excessive. It is weird, isn’t it? (But I digress …)
So, basics were covered (including the awesome chicken that went into our Taco Tuesday dinner!), meal plan ingredients were procured, and I completely avoided certain parts of the store.
Who does that?!
Actually, maybe it’s less weird and more practical… possibly even wise.
Then I caught sight of the Mums.
Did you know I was on Mum Watch? True story.
I have been looking for the giant Costco Mums since August. I am sure that when I was in Ottawa, if I waited until September I was out of luck! So, I am not exaggerating when I tell you I was thrilled to see so many beautiful Mums just waiting to come home with me. So, I did what any wise woman, who just so happens to be trying hard to remember to put herself on her own priority list, would do.
I bought two!
Tuesday was shaping up.
I came home and put everything away. Revved up the CrockPot. Put the giant Mums outside. Turned the pots. Turned them again, so they would be putting their best Mum foot forward. It was a sunny day and I felt very happy I went with my gut instinct and chose YELLOW*. It was a good choice. So pretty!
And then, as luck would have it, I went with my gut instinct, again, and found Thing 1’s Standard of Excellence Trumpet Book.
It was wedged between his dresser and the wall of the closet (which is where the dresser lives) because of course!
I went into the closet to assess the mess and before my heart completely stopped I saw the teeny corner of pink paper and my brain said, “Wait! Don’t die from the shock of the mess just yet. I think that is something.” (Thanks, brain! So specific of you.)
So, I reached down and pinched that little pink corner and whipped out “The King of Pride Rock“. No, no, *not* Mufasa, silly! The sheet music from band.. from last year… which is always tucked inside the trumpet book and ZOMG! THE TRUMPET BOOK!
Okay! I am done** with Tuesday! It’s been excellent and frankly, I do not want to tempt fate by asking for a single thing more.
How sweet it is.
Now, what kind of payback can I come up with to make sure this never happens again? Thing 1 owes me. I can’t get my time back, but I am sure there’s a life lesson*** in this whole scenario.
I’m taking suggestions.
*Well YELL is right in there, so you have to!
**Nope. I managed to get dinner going, go for a walk with my NS BFF, and just before bedtime took the jammified Things for a little drive to return library books and DVDs we had borrowed. The last time I returned DVDs, this happened. Tonight we saw a fawn. So beautiful! It’s been a lovely day.
*** For all of us.