Friday, October 23, 2009

Today was...

...rush, rush, rush to get the kids out the door because I have to be at the school half an hour after they leave to go on Brit's field trip. They take forever and leave five minutes late. So I...

...rush, rush, rush to get ready and get to the school. Five minutes late. I'm okay, and take six squealing, talking, giddy girls as my group around the zoo where we...

...rush, rush, rush to see every animal we can possibly see in an hour and a half before we go on our little guided tour. Because zoos are expensive, and I want them to get as much out of it as possible. The only animals we missed were the brown bears and the birds. We saw everything else. Everything. Else. Because I'm that good. I even got to feed the giraffes and scratch their adorable ears. And then...

... rush, rush, rush home so I can eat and take care of a few things, which wound up being me on the phone with the directv lady trying to get back over $100 dollars that they mistakenly charged us for our "free" three months of premium service we received after the move and re-install. Evidently it was as obvious as I thought it should be. Frustrating. Tears. Drifted to sleep on the coach for a few minutes before the kids...

...rush, rush, rushed in the door from school. Papers. Homework. Getting gym bags ready. Testing. Insulin. Snacks. About to leave to run Brit to gym at 4:15, and at 4:12 I am brought to a halt by an "OH, NO!" two seconds AFTER Ian has decided to swing a bag of powdered sugar over his head. FYI, it DOES stick to ceilings and walls, in addition to floors. I don't have time to deal with it right then because I...

...rush, rush, rush Brit to gym with the instructions to Jordan of, "Tell Daddy when he gets home from wrestling practice that I know about the mess and I'll clean it up as soon as I can. Just try to step over and around it, which isn't really possible," then...

...rush, rush, rush home only to miss Nate (who had just left for his night shift) and to clean up the powdered sugar mess, which Ian informs me is still sticky on the floor. "Yes, I will probably have to mop it at least two more times. Which is why we tend to NOT swing powered sugar bags over our heads," I reply. "But, I thought it was closed" says he. "It was, before you swung it," says I. I get the kitchen half way clean just in time to...

...rush, rush, rush Ian to gym and then...

...rush, rush, rush after it's over to pick up Brit *late* at her gym and then...

...rush, rush, rush home to find grumpy and teary boys who are concerned about things that should NOT bring about tears. Feed the kids dinner. Get the kids in bed. We'll have to do showers tomorrow. Find the soccer stuff that somehow every week gets scattered about the house. Plug in the video camera for Taylor's wrestling meet tomorrow. Eat something myself. Talk to hubby on the phone. Take care of a few emails. And now... hopefully... after I switch the laundry so that last jersey is clean...

...fall into bed...

...so that tomorrow I can be at the school with Taylor at 7am to carpool kids up to the meet. Then miss a couple of soccer games, but come back in time to see Brit's last. And then go to a birthday party with Ian, for which (at some point) I will acquire a birthday gift. And then leave early to get Jordan to his soccer game, which just happens to be on the other side of town. And then somehow consume dinner and try to explain to the kids why Mommy is too tired to carve pumpkins, and probably wind up giving in and scooping out the guts anyway.

Then I'll smell like pumpkin guts when I stand in the middle of the choir on Sunday morning.

Nice.
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6 Comments:

Holly said...

Sounds like a crazy day! Oh no at the sugar spillage! :O

Russ Petcoff said...

I got tired just reading your blog posting!

Karen said...

..and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, guard your heart and mind through Christ Jesus. Hang in there momma.

Cortney said...

WHAT ARE YOU DOING BLOGGING? You should be napping! Thank you for sharing your chaos, thankfully we can smile, laugh and share our *fun* crazy lives! Praying that you have energy and grace to get through it all!

Katie Glathar said...

So having older children does not mean peace and quiet!?!? That sounds like chaos. I Love what Karen said...

The Dassattis said...

Goodness gracious lady... You deserve a vacation!