Crazy Days & Ketchup Packets

I had a really crazy day on Monday. I had to go downtown to the courthouse to pay a fine for a bounced check. OOPS! I drove around for about 15 minutes looking for a metered parking place and couldnt find one. So I had to park in one of those expensive lots even though I was only going to be there for 15 minutes. So I find a close lot and pay my 10 dollars, squeeze out of my car and head to the courthouse. As soon as I walk through the door, Tristen decides he has to potty. Well the jurors are taking their potty break at the same time so there are people all over the place. We finally got upstairs to pay the fine and Im in this little room that is the size of my closet talking to the chashier through those stupid window vents...and some janitor lady comes in and decides that she needs to vacuum at that exact moment. I couldn't hear the cashier and I was trying to tell the lady to turn off the vacuum and apparently she didn't speak english.

Since I had to pay so much for parking and we were across the street from a Riverwalk entrance, I decided to take Tristen for a walk. Tristen saw the boat taxi's and wanted to ride on one. So we went to where they sell tickets and they only take cash...I just gave all my cash to the parking guy and the courthouse. So I was going to find an ATM. Once I found on, Tristen didn't want to ride the boats anymore. So I saw that we were not too far away from the Children's Museum. So we went there. Tristen had a blast.

Then when it was time to head back to the car...turns out I don't know how to read the city maps that were posted all over downtown, because I went the wrong way and got lost. I twisted my knee walking around the tore up streets and it took us an hour to finally find my car. By that time, we were starving, so I told Tristen we would go to McDonald's. He fell asleep so I opted for the McD's by our house. We got home and sat down to eat and Tristen wanted ketchup. So I opened one of those little ketchup packets and the damn thing cut my finger! Who does that? Who cuts their finger on a ketchup packet??! I guess just me.

AND THEN...the next day....
I had to go up to the school to pass out fundraiser stuff to the classrooms. I didnt have anyone to watch Tristen, so I took him with me. He was a pretty good helper. I had a rolling crate and he was in charge of pulling it around the school. He had a good time doing it. We also needed to print the PTA Newsletter for the school, but I was waiting for the principal to approve it. We were there for about 1 1/2 hours and she still had not had a chance to look at it, so I decided to go ahead and go home and try again on Wednesday morning while Tristen was in speech. Tristen had been so good so I decided to treat him to icecream. He wanted McD's again. So I went to the drive through and as I pulled up to pay I realized my purse was in the crate in the back of my van. So I told the cashier, I was sorry, my purse was in the back and could I pay for it up front. I went inside and tried to tell the guy at the counter what had happened and he said I needed to place my order again. So I did and paid. But I guess he was wrong because the lady at the window kept trying to give our food to all the cars that drove up and she was confused. Finally a manager came up to find out what was going on and I waved her over to explain what I did. She apologized to me and looked at her co-workers like they were idiots. Well...I was actually the idiot here. But oh well. Oh yeah, and we used our own ketchup instead of using their deadly ketchup packets!!