Manic Monday?

What a great day and none of it went as I thought it would.  First there was no Monday morning struggle with the little woman.  Mondays seem to be her day to fight tooth and nail to not go to school.  Today she got right up, dressed and out the door. 
And right after she left the little man finally got up.  I had given him the choice of riding the bus or being driven and he had chosen driven.  So he got dressed and I got pants on and off we go.  A lot of times if I still need to shower I tend to drive them to school in my jammies.  For some reason I felt the need for pants today even though I never need to sign him in...we get there on time. 
About half way to school I realize my low tire light is on.  Oh joy.  But I'm happy it happened at home and not in Tacoma.  So after dropping the little man I went to Dick's and had them check it.  Last time I did this I didn't even have a tire problem.  But today I did have a nail and I assume I picked it up along the freeway.  The other option was when we dropped the hitcher (and that is another story) at the old barn on the edge of town that is being torn down.  The guy did say they were continually running a magnet around to collect nails. 
Then I made a quick Walmart stop.  Needed white vinegar.  My Keurig denied me coffee this morning and so I needed to do a descale so I could make coffee.  That feels like the biggest accomplishment for the day.  And the Keurig works much better now. 
I got the dishwasher ran, some picking up done, grocery shopping done (by myself), tags for my car and a priority mail box.  I took most of the little woman's too small clothes to the Goodwill.  I still had this bag of stuff that I just thought were too good for the Goodwill.  Tried to sell them on facebook and had a buyer who turned out to be a flake.  Then I thought.....hey Kylee is six and a half years-old.  Which puts her just about in size 7/8.  So I'm going to fill that box and mail it to Jeremy. He is doing the full time parenting of both his girls. 
We had spaghetti for dinner.  The little man had spaghetti as second dinner.  He again ate at the neighbors and informed me of how good their food is.  And yet he ate his whole plate that I had made for him.  Maybe he is getting ready to grow again.