Not quite in mood for crazy friend's antics...

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Yesterday I took a short lunch and left a little early. I had a meeting with Cary's karate teacher, and I wanted him to have a little time to eat and to change, because he had a karate class right afterward. I got to the teen center, and the girls were sitting with Naomi's friend Samantha (don't call me Sam, call me Izzie). They were wondering why I was there so early. Izzie told me to go away, it was too early, but the girls asked me if we could go to Chili's while Cary was at karate. Izzie heard Chili's, and all of a sudden she wanted to come with us. I was in a hurry, so I told her she had 30 seconds to call her mom and get it OK'd. She did that, and we all took off for home. It was a few minutes before we had to leave, and I gave everybody a 3 minute warning. Izzie was on the laptop, and wanted 5 more minutes. I told her she had three. When it was time to go, I went out to the car and waited. Cary came, Dearra came, Naomi came, and Izzie came dragging out about a minute later. We were a mile or so down the road when Naomi told me, "Mom, Izzie doesn't have shoes." Oh great, I have to sneak a shoeless kid into Chili's. Izzie says, "I forgot." Backing up. I was already a wee bit grumpy anyway due to not sleeping well the night before. So now, after Chili's and after karate, I was going to have to come home first to retrieve Izzie's things, and then drop Izzie off. I was originally planning on dropping her off on the way home. Now there's a half hour added to the whole equation. So you'll maybe understand why I was cranky. I gave Izzie the glare, and asked, "I suppose you left your backpack at the house too?" Of course she did. Sigh. We got to karate, and Tracy, the front office lady looks at me, and says "are you here for the meeting? You didn't reply to me." Well yes I did reply. So the two karate teachers who are eating dinner split up so I can meet with the one. We had a chat about Cary and goals and how a black belt isn't just good at karate, but applies the attitude to his whole life. So I told him Cary was a good kid. Sure he forgets things, and I have to remind him and so on, but he's improving. And he's doing well in school. He wanted to know if I had any concerns, so I mentioned that he was in special education, and I was a little bit worried about bullying, though I hadn't seen any of that so far. Then he brings up other classes. Aha! Tracy had already brought that up when I renewed. Well the dang other classes are not only 1) more money but also 2) earlier in the day. I work an 8 to 5 job, and I'm not really sure I can get him there, not to mention whether I can afford it. But anyway there was a class going on right then, so he told Cary that he could join it and see how he liked it. That got me out of there early, so I took the girls to Chili's. It was nice to have an extra 15 minutes. Wednesday night at Chili's is usually rushed. After dinner we went back to Karate to pick up Cary, and then we went home. Driving home, there was a car with its fog lights on that followed me the entire way. Aha, Tony's off dialysis. We got to the house, and I said, "OK Miss Izzie, get your stuff." So she ran in to get her things, and Tony walked up and looked at me strangely, since I was still sitting in the car with the engine running. I explained, he laughed, Miss Izzie came back out and off we went. She gave me an address that was NOT the address I had dropped her off at a few weeks ago. So I sighed, pulled over, and put the new address in the GPS. I knew they were moving, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. Anyway, we got to the new house and it was totally dark. So we called Izzie's mom, and she didn't pick up. So, grumpier than ever, I headed to the old house. Apparently, they hadn't moved out yet. Izzie's mom called just as I was pulling up, said she had told her the old house, not the new. So we dropped her off (finally!) and headed home. Forgot to mention, when we left my house, Izzie had grabbed a bunch of my girl scout cookies and was eating them. She offered me the three that she hadn't eaten, and I said she could just save them for later. "No, they're sweaty", she said and threw them out the car window. Like I would want her "sweaty" cookies. Sigh. I got home, took care of a few chores, and watched my two shows, which is what I had really wanted to do, like an hour earlier, but I couldn't due to Izzie related delays. Poor Izzie probably thinks I'm mad at her, but it really just wasn't a good night for me to be putting up with her antics.