We got a wrong number, after I was already hustling the kids out the door...and she held me up amid my statements of, "could you please just tell me what you need?" (I didn't realize it was a wrong number)
Got that figured out. Deep breath. "Allan! shut the garage door! We gotta fly! We're gonna be late!!"
And the garage door wouldn't shut.
And how can it be so hot already at 8:30 in the morning anyway?? Worked up a sweat trying to get out the door.
"Why won't the garage door shut???" I bellow. frustrated...why now???
Allan...near tears. "I don't knooooooooooooooooooooooow"
deep breaths all around
"okay..I say, chunk the garage door, we gotta fly...you did pack a book, right?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" I forgot!
"Okay..RUN, get your book! be quick! the bus is going to leave without you!!" (Why do I increase the already heightened anxious state by adding my ridiculous 2 bits??)
He found his book, packed it. Finally...we're on our way to school..plenty of time despite my claims of we're gonna be late.
And Al's canteen broke..1/2 way up the hill. TOTALLY threw the already nervewracked kid for a loop. The rest of my energy was spent talking him down.
Found a water bottle in his classroom. Phew. Tied a knot in the canteen...lectured kid about not taking it on a hike.
More deep breaths...let him go. Al's gone to camp for 3 days, 2 nights.
Couldn't wave goodbye or take pictures...storm coming in, and we walked. Hustled home.
Beat the rain by mere minutes.
Sigh of relief. Relax. Eat breakfast.
Finished 2 assignments
Got a layout call from CK. Yay! Total surprise...love unexpected/unanticipated calls.
Wendy Smedley said my layout caught her eye...she made my day too.
Wendy still kinda sick. My Wendy...not Wendy Smedley. Has an earache. Swimmers ear? She's sleeping elevated on a heating pad. Gave her some Motrin and essential oils. hope she sleeps...daily debate wether to bring her in..always fine during the day.
Raising kids is no joke.
Brian had the runs AND the pukes again today. What the heck? I thought he was done.
Happened to see in his mouth..he has two one year molars in now.
Have I mentioned that he sleeps now? I took him off of milk and put him on Soy...and we've both slept in our own beds all night long for a week. Hooray for finding a hopefully permanent solution. Sleep rocks!
It's hot out.
Dad got a lot done on the sandbox today despite a few glitches
oh...and Brian totally nailed him with the puke...I tried not to laugh, normally it's me.
Wendy's sleeping now
Brian is at my feet telling me he's ready to be rocked
He's my snuggle baby, he needs to be rocked to sleep twice a day
I ran to the library and picked up another book. I must read when I rock...
and it's all good.