I had to have Hope to her horseback riding lessons at 10:30--I dropped her off at 10:00 to be sure I would be home in time to sit on line and wait... patiently.
I considered driving up to the QWest Center and waiting in line for the tickets, but I have to be back to pick up Hope at 11:45 so I did not want to chance having to leave the line to go get my kid.
So I sat at the kitchen table on-line fending off the 5 year old and the baby so that I could try and get tickets. I stuffed their little mouths with every morsel of food imaginable so that they would not whine, cry, beg, or throw a tantrum because I was not paying attention to them for the 5 minutes it would take to get these tickets... tickets that I NEEDED... tickets that I would lie, cheat and steal to get... tickets that I did not want to have to be calling into the radio station every time I heard back-to-back Nickelback songs in order to win some... tickets that I really did not want to have to go to any seedy bars and compete for these tickets in horribly degrading competitions... tickets that if I did not get, I would be so very sad because not only do I love Nickelback, but they will be in Omaha on ST PATRICK'S DAY!!!! I know, talk about God shining a little light on my Irish self.
Well, despite the baby screaming "mememememememememe" and tugging on my arm the entire time, and the 5 year old sprawled out on the kitchen floor screaming for me to get her a drink of lemonade because she was so thirsty you would have thought she just got back from the Sahara, I GOT ME SOME TICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!
Today is also Hope's birthday, so as a gift to myself for giving birth to her, I hooked myself up with some Nickelback tickets. I can't wait to tell her that she gets to babysit for me. She'll be thrilled.
I am such a rock star.