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5:30 p.m. hurry to school to pick up peanut. enjoy his laughing/yelping in joy when his mama walks through the door to get him. distance traveled: 3.1 miles

5:45 p.m. hurry home so that peanut and mommy can go for a walk to the park. distance traveled: 4.1 miles

6:15 p.m. load john in the stroller and head on down to the park. should be a 1 mile round trip walk.

6:22 p.m. realize i was supposed to stop at the produce market on the way home from work. decide we can't go to the park after all. stop in my tracks and turn around. distance traveled: .65 miles

6:35 p.m. load john into his carseat. ignore his standard scream-when-you-put-me-in-a-carseat act. head to the produce market. did i mention the produce market is back near my work? distance traveled: 6.4 miles

6:55 p.m. back in the car. head to albertson's for the item or two i couldn't get at the produce market. realize it's going to be almost john's bedtime by the time we get home. did i mention the albertson's is back by the house? distance traveled: 5.8 miles

7:22 p.m. back to the house. got 30 minutes to play with the kiddo before he goes to sleep. distance traveled: .5 miles

total time spent in car: 56 minutes
total miles traveled: 20.55
time spent playing with kiddo: 45 minutes

remind me to go to the produce market on the way home next time, like i meant to today, ok? that was a lot of extra driving and lost play time, all because mommy's ding-bat brain forgot to make a stop. thank goodness my sweet kiddo sang to me the whole time we were in the car - makes it all worthwhile!
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