You Need it by WHEN????
Hola Wild Boy friends and family, and welcome back to another fun filled week in la Casa. This week was a demonstration of how remarkably busy a family can become when the parentals get separated and commit to different activities without talking to one another. Rookie mistake, right? My Lord, we know better but it happens to us a few times a year and it's ugly.
See, we have soccer Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday. Monday for Gabe, Wednesday for both, Thursday for Gav, games on Saturday. They practice in two different towns at exactly the same time, which on Wednesday involves me waiting at one practice until I know at least one parent there, then mentally invoking the invisibility shield on my car to speed to the next one, watching half there, reminding the coach of that team to drop my kid off at the other field when he's done, speeding back, watching half there...All while trying to walk laps and get a few minutes of exercise in (it's pretty sad...I'm peppered with soccer balls while I try - I have a whole new appreciation for the guy that drives the little cart to round up the golf balls on the driving range that everyone secretly tries to nail).
This week scouts started again on Tuesday. The cop promised we'd be out of there by 7. Riiiiiight. So, at about 8 we meandered home. He then reminded me that between our two soccer games on Saturday we had a scout event in another town. No problem, totally got this.
I really thought we had it. That was the fatal mistake. Pride cometh before a fall. My older sister can attest that this has always been the case for me, since as a teenager I actually attempted swaggering up to her saying "I'm so proud of myself" in regards to an amazing leap I had made over a shovel to land on and kill a stink bug, but before I could even finish the sentence I tripped over my own feet and got road rash on my face. Point is, I KNOW better then to think I'm running any show, ever. Thursday the cop got the stomach flu and I got a sinus infection. It was grownups down here in la Casa. We were limping along to the best of our ability, and bedtime came Thursday night and I thought to myself "hey, a good night's sleep and we'll bounce back..."
And then it happened. Gavin reminded me as I tucked him in about the read-a-thon the next day. Oh, and added in "remember Mom, we need snacks. Enough to share. And they have to be healthy."
MOTHER F*****!!!!!!
It's almost NINE on a WEEKNIGHT and my eyeballs are about to blow out of the damn sockets from the pressure build up in my skull. The cop is in a drug induced coma, and if he wakes up there will be a blur of cop shaped lightning speeding toward the bathroom... What in God's name am I going to piece together for him to take and share with his reading group? And healthy? COME ON PEOPLE!!!! Let's not forget I live in BFE, the only store up here is definitely closed and the only thing moving outside now is the stupid bear.
Necessity is the mother of invention, they say. And illness may be the mother of indifference, because I totally threw in the towel. I literally scrounged whatever was on hand. And you know what my kids got? The popcorn I hide for when I'm watching grownup TV after they go to bed, sliced apples and peanut butter. And as long as nobody figured out that the peanut butter was in the containers that me and the cop use for jell-o shots, we may have still presented as at least adequate parentals here.
Come Friday I was exhausted enough to watch a huge snake slither out of the creek I needed to cross a foot away from me and actually mentally try to factor in the likelihood it could penetrate my work boot to see how fast I needed to move away. But the boys had snacks. So I was feeling pretty good. Right up until I ran into another mom who had the same last minute reminder problem as me the night before and actually woke up early on Friday morning, harvested fresh zucchini from her organic garden to make zucchini muffins which were still warm when she delivered them and her child to class that day. On time. Of course.
Screw it. Next time I'm sending twinkies.
Today is recovery day. I'm loaded up on Sudafed and Afrin, and actually slept in. The house may stay a little messy this week, but as far as I know there's nothing that has to be done for Monday.
Oh please, please Lord tell me nothing has to be done for Monday...
Until next time!
See, we have soccer Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday. Monday for Gabe, Wednesday for both, Thursday for Gav, games on Saturday. They practice in two different towns at exactly the same time, which on Wednesday involves me waiting at one practice until I know at least one parent there, then mentally invoking the invisibility shield on my car to speed to the next one, watching half there, reminding the coach of that team to drop my kid off at the other field when he's done, speeding back, watching half there...All while trying to walk laps and get a few minutes of exercise in (it's pretty sad...I'm peppered with soccer balls while I try - I have a whole new appreciation for the guy that drives the little cart to round up the golf balls on the driving range that everyone secretly tries to nail).
This week scouts started again on Tuesday. The cop promised we'd be out of there by 7. Riiiiiight. So, at about 8 we meandered home. He then reminded me that between our two soccer games on Saturday we had a scout event in another town. No problem, totally got this.
I really thought we had it. That was the fatal mistake. Pride cometh before a fall. My older sister can attest that this has always been the case for me, since as a teenager I actually attempted swaggering up to her saying "I'm so proud of myself" in regards to an amazing leap I had made over a shovel to land on and kill a stink bug, but before I could even finish the sentence I tripped over my own feet and got road rash on my face. Point is, I KNOW better then to think I'm running any show, ever. Thursday the cop got the stomach flu and I got a sinus infection. It was grownups down here in la Casa. We were limping along to the best of our ability, and bedtime came Thursday night and I thought to myself "hey, a good night's sleep and we'll bounce back..."
And then it happened. Gavin reminded me as I tucked him in about the read-a-thon the next day. Oh, and added in "remember Mom, we need snacks. Enough to share. And they have to be healthy."
MOTHER F*****!!!!!!
It's almost NINE on a WEEKNIGHT and my eyeballs are about to blow out of the damn sockets from the pressure build up in my skull. The cop is in a drug induced coma, and if he wakes up there will be a blur of cop shaped lightning speeding toward the bathroom... What in God's name am I going to piece together for him to take and share with his reading group? And healthy? COME ON PEOPLE!!!! Let's not forget I live in BFE, the only store up here is definitely closed and the only thing moving outside now is the stupid bear.
Necessity is the mother of invention, they say. And illness may be the mother of indifference, because I totally threw in the towel. I literally scrounged whatever was on hand. And you know what my kids got? The popcorn I hide for when I'm watching grownup TV after they go to bed, sliced apples and peanut butter. And as long as nobody figured out that the peanut butter was in the containers that me and the cop use for jell-o shots, we may have still presented as at least adequate parentals here.
Come Friday I was exhausted enough to watch a huge snake slither out of the creek I needed to cross a foot away from me and actually mentally try to factor in the likelihood it could penetrate my work boot to see how fast I needed to move away. But the boys had snacks. So I was feeling pretty good. Right up until I ran into another mom who had the same last minute reminder problem as me the night before and actually woke up early on Friday morning, harvested fresh zucchini from her organic garden to make zucchini muffins which were still warm when she delivered them and her child to class that day. On time. Of course.
Screw it. Next time I'm sending twinkies.
Today is recovery day. I'm loaded up on Sudafed and Afrin, and actually slept in. The house may stay a little messy this week, but as far as I know there's nothing that has to be done for Monday.
Oh please, please Lord tell me nothing has to be done for Monday...
Until next time!
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