Manic Monday

After a late start to BT, I spent too long chatting, packing a donation at school. I learned the hard way that you cannot drink coffee and eat a bagel while in a cab late (ugh- had an unlimited too!) on the phone. Doctor did not tell me anything I did not know. Bussed it home to lunch with A (we miss you already!) and walked her up to the M60. Trained it to 34 St to discover, after meeting D, that the Toys R Us there (yes, I am a dumb ass heading to midtown a few days shy of xmas), that that TRU is a tiny useless store. So, we did what we had to do and went further into hell by going to the TRU in Times Square. After some success, we split up and I schlepped the booty home, hid it, pumped, and went to pick MoJo up. J was sleeping. Winter camp was a hit. Took midgets to see my kids at Street Squash and then came home for the usual rigamarole. Not exactly relaxing but somewhat efficient. Tomorrow is another day.