Spinning My Wheels

I made an appointment with my doctor to get a general physical and thereby get my pass for the Family Child Care License. At 10:20 this morning, I thought I would be well on my way to financial success and home employment. Contrary to my hopes this is NOT what happened.
After digging through three toy boxes and locating 4 shoes for two kids, I finally got out of the house about 20 minutes late, and arrived amazingly at the doctor's office on time. Whilst the kids read books, (an activity usually associated with quiet, except in my case), I sorted through the papers I needed signed. When I got into the office, I was asked for my clearance from immunizations. Not only do I have to do all this foot work, but I have to do it in a specific order. So, down the stairs and across the parking lot I go to the shot people. Do I have that paperwork? Fuck, no. I have to have a TB test first- so now it will be Thursday before I can get my shit done, which sucks, as you can't even SEE where they put the scratch test now.
I attempted to call my husband at work from the clinic and got a bust signal, so I figured I would head over there, as I had paperwork I needed him to get signed- hence the phone call. By the time I got back to base, via Burger King to quiet the screaming wails of starvation from the back seat, my beloved was not there.
Okay... So, let's go get the groceries, we'll try after that. The commissary is a horrible place, but less so during the afternoon hours in the middle of the week. The terror of picking through produce you know every other person in the KMC has touched, trying to find unbruised apples and ripe nectarines
is troublesome at best. I am a fast shopper though. I blew 185 dollars in about 40 minutes and ran for the door... at the car I lost the 5 dollar bill, as it had been caught by the wind and blown under the passenger side tire. Did I get another one? Fuck, no. I got down there and dug it out.... can't just not tip the bagger.
Off to daddy's work again, we got no answer at his desk. I try again. No answer.Just at that moment, one of his coworkers zooms up in a bright blue shiny sports car... (I expect to see a young guy jump out- it's a middle aged man... driving up fast.... in a shiny sports car... hmmm... anyways.... )
I give him the paperwork and ask him to deliver it unto my husband. Which I am hoping he did.
I got home and tried to break my hand lugging about 10 bags of food up four flights of stairs, and I sit at the computer to rest a second, and see if anyone called while I was out getting nothing accomplished.
There is an icy cold glass of water on the desk, and the browser is open to a page I didn't leave it on... and look at that... an empty bag of cheese popcorn. He was here. I was looking for him and he was here, obviously enjoying a healthy lunch of junky food... and he took the recycling down (bonus). Had I but known, I would have skipped the extra shit and came right home so he could break his hand on grocery bags too.
This is the part where I do the heavy sigh... and try to plan Thursday to be more productive than today.