The Mad Dash Part II
When last we posted, I shared the embarrassing saga about being late to my son's birthday party. I didn't anticipate that school traffic, a random fender bender and rush hour would throw a monkey wrench into my perfectly punctual record but alas, I am not perfect. Never have, never will be.
Rather than being 5 minutes late to the party, I was 15 minutes late because I stupidly drove around the same level in the parking lot 10 times. Remember that scene in National Lampoon's Vacation where they keep seeing Big Ben and the Parliament? Well that was me on Level 2 of the White Plains City Center. Thankfully, after noticing that the cars and the people on that level looked pretty familiar, I finally took another turn and started going in the right direction.
When I arrived at the party, I walked about 500 yards to find the "sweat box," I mean swimming pool and was pleased to see that my son did not really mind that I hadn't made it there on time. So despite the overwhelming guilt I felt for not being there to start the party, it turned out, he was perfectly fine. The rest of the party went off without a hitch. The kids swam for another hour and then it was time for pizza and cake.
And so ends the story of the Mad Dash. Now I've gotta dash to take care of my under the weather son, a hungry daughter and a feisty kitten. Did I mention that my older cat is now in the cat hospital with pancreatitis or some sort of bad infection? Turns out the kitten stressed him out so much that he put his system into shock. Looks like we all need a break. Thank goodness for holiday weekends!