Bad plan. WAY bad plan.
Grey had intercepted his bowl of oatmeal; he apparently liked it, and had proudly managed to get a few bites in & more than a few bites on himself. Cleaned up, apostilling directions clarified (thanks, Susanna,) and 6 kiddos shepherded into the Great White Hype, and we set off. We made reasonable time, as the bulk of the stop & go was on the northbound side. I made no effort to try to park anywhere but the VCU deck and scored the primo 30 minute top spot.
Turn off car, unbuckle, turn to grab forms. This day is rolling along fabulously......
Uhmmm....where are the forms? No one has the forms.
May I cry now? There is no one to blame but myself, as I can see them in my mind's eye, sitting neatly in a pile STILL ON MY DINING ROOM TABLE.
Turn car back on
Leave the paid for spot less than 2 minutes after pulling into it :(
En route, I called Mr. P. to
Now, if they just had some parking. *sigh*