Some days are like that...

Today was off-kilter right from the beginning.

Most kids wait until their teenage years before they start pushing their parents' buttons.

Last night, Quicksilver, now three-years-old, played with Southern Belle's alarm clock.

Consequently, Quicksilver and Southern Belle showed up in my driveway exactly an hour before I expected them. That set the tone for the day.

Mrs ERJ had appointments all day long, so I was the one to drive Quicksilver to her Tuesday play-date. I also got to pick her up and she kept me company while I did various errands in the early-afternoon. She fell asleep for about 20 minutes in the truck, so of course she didn't take a nap once we got home.

Over the course of our multiple in-and-outs of the truck, I misplaced her "bunny" and that had consequences. Fortunately, I had plied her with a cheeseburger and had cookies to distract her with. 

It is a good thing that I had today penciled in today as a "recovery day". It wasn't so much a tragic series of unfortunate prat-falls as it was a high-speed, syncopated hobble as we staggered through the day.

Some days are like that.

Maybe I can kill something tomorrow.