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Cupcake Premonition

Yesterday, I bought a cupcake for today. 

You read that right.  Yesterday was a rough one.  Between work, pigs, dogs, kids, husband, dad.......I was worn smooth out.  And it was a full moon. 

After Bible class, we had to pick up dog food.  I looked at my watch and saw that it was 8:15 p.m.  I looked at El Hubbo and said, "We could make it to Smallcakes if you hurry."

"No, we don't need any cupcakes," he unwisely replied.

"We could make it to Smallcakes if you hurry," I repeated.

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

When we entered the store, my favorite cupcake was on display:  Wedding cake.  It is an almond-y goodness that soothes my soul and calms my nerves.  I asked the cupcake lady to put two in a box.  El Hubbo says, "But I want a Chocolately Delight." 

"That's fine," I say.  "The other one is for me for tomorrow."

"For tomorrow?" he says in a confused tone.

"Yes, for tomorrow,"  I replied.

"Uh, ok, I guess we'll take two Wedding Cakes and a Chocolately Delight," he tells her.

"And you might add an All Things Fall," I say.

He gives me the "are you sure?" look, to which I gave him the "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?" look, to which he pursed his lips and gave me the "You will be mad that I let you have three cupcakes tomorrow" look, to which I gave him the "DO YOU WANT TO DIE IN A CUPCAKE SHOP" look.

He nodded to the kind cupcake dealer.....er.....lady.

I so enjoyed the cupcake last night.  I believe I heard El Hubbo say something about how he doesn't know why I think I will need a cupcake tomorrow.  I believe it was just a premonition.

I woke up this morning, got dressed and took a deep breath before launching into the plan for the day:
1.  Go to work.
2.  Survive meetings and projects.
3.  Following last meeting, run back to office where El Hubbo has dropped off offspring so he could go to a meeting.
4.  Go get gas, praying we make it to gas station.
5.  Take offspring to get snacks.
6.  Drop Number One Son at band hall.
7.  Take Little Sunshine home to change.
8.  Go feed pigs.
9.  Drive to Dimmitt for football playoff game so we can watch Number One Son play sousaphone in band.
10.  Drive home and wait on band arrival.
11.  Get home about midnight and go to bed.

That was the plan.

What actually ended up happening:
1.  Go to work.
2.  Everyone lost their mind.
3.  Got call from school that Little Sunshine was sick and running fever.
4.  Left to get gas so I could drive to school to pick up Little Sunshine.
5.  Stopped at Dollar General (only store for miles) for powerade and other "sick supplies".
6.  Took Little Sunshine home, got her settled, fed, medicated.
7.  Went back to work.
8.  Everyone still losing their mind.
9.  Boss calls and needs picked up since her car is in shop.
10.  Picked up boss.
11.  Survived meeting.
12.  Following meeting, ran back to office and picked up Number One Son.
13.  Took Number One Son to get "lunch" since he had skipped it for UIL practice.
14.  Stopped at gas station for Number One Son to get snacks.
15.  Dropped Number One Son off at band hall.
16.  Went home, checked on Little Sunshine.
17.  Changed clothes, started cleaning off Little Sunshine's bed so she could sleep in it.
18.  Went to feed pigs.
19.  Made dinner to feed Little Sunshine.
20.  Continued cleaning and doing Little Sunshine's laundry.

For the record, two sacks of trash and three sacks of clothing donations have been hauled out of Little Sunshine's room.  And now I sit here, eating cupcake number two and contemplating cupcake number 3. 


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