Pizza, again...

Remember this post?

Well, I still love it.

I made pizza tonight.

All those vegetables looked so yummy to me.

And they were.

Today, I took Davis to Summer School.

It takes much longer to get a kid, all his school stuff

and a wheelchair 

into a car

than I thought.

Not unlike getting a baby,

car seat and all the rest of the baby stuff

into a car.

After getting him into the class

(after pushing him,

lifting the chair

and pushing him some more),
getting him settled

and talking with the teacher,

I left and got a drink of water

with a large cup of ice.

If I can't have a diet Pepsi,

I might as well get the ice to crunch.

I then went to the city center

and parked and walked for nearly an hour.

I listened to my i-pod

and almost thought to fist pump into the air

to some rousing music.

I thought better of it,

imagining me looking like some crazy or homeless lady
which made me smile and nearly giggle.

I then went to the library

and sat and tried to read

but I was distracted by all the EMT's that were tending

to one of the librarians.

She apparently tripped and fell 

into the sink.

My phone rang.

I was summoned by one of the teacher's aides.

 Davis was hurting and wanted me to come to the school.

Which is exactly why I hung out so close to the school.

It was only 10:15 am.

I remember being physically and emotionally drained

taking care of Davis after his bike accident.

It's very much like that.

(It's not as bad as all that.
I'm just trying to keep it real).