Just Call Me Alexander

As in it's been a horrible, no good, very bad day. A frustrating, four store search for one of the sunscreens listed here. A flat tire during lunch hour on a very busy road in 100 degree weather with Camille begging to go home for a nap. Cursing myself while waiting for roadside assistance because I should be able to change a tire by myself. Then after he arrived, relieved I didn't attempt to change it because the spare was flat. Drive to the tire shop where I am told I need to buy two new tires. Two new tires on a car we will be selling in a couple of weeks. Eat stale popcorn while waiting for the tires to be installed. Happily climb into car thinking all is well again. Head to the health food store down the street to re-stock our Xylitol supply and discover at the check-out counter that I left my credit card at the tire store. Return to tire store and retrieve card. Camille promptly falls asleep. Pick up Noah from his playdate. A playdate that was originally planned for just a couple of hours but thanks to that flat tire morphed into a full day. Get back into the car. Vaguely listen to Noah beg for Starwars toys and Bakugan (sp? what is that anyway?) while desperately dreaming about a strawberry daiquiri. I am not a big drinker and definitely not a fan of drinking and driving, but it's days like today that make me miss home and wish more places were like Louisiana. If I had been able to stop by a drive-through-daiquiri place on my way home and pick up some sweet, icy relief (to be consumed at home, of course), this would have been a much better day. Luckily, some time with friends and a hot pizza helped. Now headed to finish packing for our beach trip....tomorrow in Navarre sounds just as good to me as Australia must have seemed to Alexander.