Post script

Jordan took my car this morning, so all the errands I talked about last night... didn't happen.  Instead I spent 4 hours on the phone coordinating between everyone needing uniforms, delivering banners and missing keys.  Now I'm sitting here listening to Mitch scream like the witch king of agmar (he's still got a fever) and wishing I was at soccer.  I'm stressed wondering if it's going okay, and if I forgot to do something vital.  There's not enough chocolate in the world right now, and I just realized that I've eaten half an apple pie today all by myself without my being fully cognizant of it.   Great.