can i ride in the back seat, PLEASE?!

do you ever have that feeling?
that you would just like to ride along, instead of being the driver all the time?
ugh.
what a monday.
storms again.  kate in our bed at 3am.  a snoring husband.  a busy brain.  not much sleep.
up at 6:30-very tired.
anne is of course 'all eyes to the sky' over the weather.
i took a deep breath and just said, we will be okay.
i decided to put the hanging baskets out in the yard so they could get a drink.
i hear blood curdling screams from the family room.
i rush inside to see anne just running. like a mad woman. running for her life.
screaming.  A BEE STUNG ME A BEE STUNG ME A BEE STuNG ME!
i yelled back HOW CAN THAT BE YOU WERE SITTING ON THE COUCH?!
well, sure enough.  not only was it a sting, but it was a WASP sting.
somehow it took residence, and decided to snooze overnight on the pillow of the couch.
so when it came time for the girls to watch their a.m. shows-it decided to let anne know she was there.
poor baby.
i of course went on mom psyco-ness, thinking she was going to have a reaction. (she didn't)
an immediate call to adam reminded me to put baking soda and water on it.
another call to my mother confirmed it.
she called back to say douse it in vinegar. (note to self, works WONDERS!)
by this time of the morning. it was 8:10am.
for real!
moving on.
adam was super busy...meeting with contractors to bid the renovations on the potential new office building.
he was in and out most of the morning.
i know when he is in work mode...i don't get much info from him.
the girls and i went to the library today and then to steak and shake to use a gift card.  then a surprise trip to old navy for 4th of july shirts. 
we got home and adam was getting ready to leave again to do some negotiating with the potential land lord.
it was 2pm.
3:00 came, he wasn't back.
3:30 came, he still wasn't home.
4pm came, i called him. no answer.
4:15 came, i texted him, no response.
4:30 came, i called again and left a message. 
i was making a list of people to call to help me, look for him, search, keep the girls.
ANYTHING.
WHERE THE HECK WAS MY HUSBAND?!
what was i going to do?
then the phone rang.
i said outloud.  THAT BETTER BE HIM.
i then realized i was doing a puzzle with anne, because she said.
'who do you want it to be, mommy?'
it was him.
he was fine. (of course)
his phone was in the car.
he had a long conversation with the landlord.
no big deal.
i still am ticked over it.  not at him.  just at me.
being irrational and stupid.
negotiations are still not over.  bids on jobs still have to be done.
its an expensive deal.  not one to joke around with.
not one to swallow and say, yeah, it's okay. i'll take it.
but on the other hand, not a place that can be lost.
a tough spot.
especially when you're the wife.  and not sure what to do or say.
once again.  i would like to ride in the back seat.
i sighed and thought, tomorrow is going to better. it always is.
it may be better.  but full.
i have totally overextended myself for tuesday.
stupid.
someone. please get me a booster seat and a sippy cup.
ha.
~chat soon.

p.s. sorry for no picture. remember, camera is still sick.  :(