My life in the fast lane-- I mean pick-up zone

My last day of prednisone was Sunday and I am still not fully recovered from my allergic reaction from the chemo.  Once the benadryl is out of my system my hands start itching and I know that nothing good will follow. The benadryl makes me very dry.  My lips are dry, my nose is dry, my throat is dry.  I am dry like the desert.  I am also fighting off a little cough and lucky for me I don't have a fever.  

With all my issues plus benadryl I was exhausted today and I could tell I needed to rest.  I was all ready to snuggle in for a nap this morning when I discovered Will had forgotten his lunch on the table in the dining room.  I went out and fired up old red, so I could deliver the lunch to the school.  Since I was out I decided I had better drag myself to Walmart.  (We were almost out of Ted's special drink.)  By the time I got home it was time for lunch.  After lunch I slept until it was time to get in line at the "zone" (the pick-up zone at school). 

 There is definitely a strategy to the pick-up zone. I've noticed that the people in green zone either need to get in line before 3:00 p.m. or they  need to come after dismissal time.  The people in the Purple zone can come at any time.  We are red zone and I've discovered that I need to get in line as close to 3:00 as I can.  If I get to zone too much later I might as well just come "late".  The line for red zone is long, so I can either wait in line before dismissal or wait in line after dismissal. Of course today the sliding door wouldn't work.  I had to climb out the passenger side and force the door shut. (Sometimes the door thinks that something is in the track.  The door won't shut and it dings until everyone inside the van is sick with a headache.)  

By this time I just wanted to get Ted and head for home.  Ted's friend Chase was not happy when he realized Ted was leaving.  Chase usually leaves first, so...poor Chase.  I made special spaghetti for supper, so Ted could have some too.  The special spaghetti does not cook up as nicely as regular pasta.  (Maybe I over cooked it or didn't stir it enough...I'm sure I'll try again another time.)  After bath time Ted got his finger caught in his IKEA wall lamp.  He has a cut on his cute little pointer finger now.  Poor Ted.  He didn't cry, but I thought I might.  Tomorrow is another day.  I hope it is an itch-free day!