September 30th, 2016
Dear Todd,
Let me preface by saying, "I know you were up super late and working hard so my reference to you sleeping while all the things mentioned below happened is not a 'dig.'"
BUT
While you were sleeping this am between the hrs of 6-9...all this happened....
Got up and put the trash and recycling on the curb. Got the kids up and we all went into the basement and did Yoga...even Petey who eventually had to be kenneled because he kept straddling us and licking our eyeballs. It was very meditative.
The kids then ran upstairs and got dressed for school while I let Petey out and fed him while only burning some of the pancakes on the stove.
Kids ate, soccer gear was thrown into a bag for later, and I threw on a sweater over my PJ's, swapped out jeans for my bottoms and backed out of the garage with child numero uno.
We drove across town discussing the absurdity of the debate the other night and I promptly kicked him to the curb at 8:09.
Driving home, I reconnected with a close friend who lives in NC until pulling into our driveway to grab the other 2.
I entered the house to a 9 yr old hopping in the kitchen due to an injured ankle. An ankle that he couldn't put weight on until having a chocolate-dipped strawberry.
Other than that, they were ready. Which was amazing and made me feel pretty good about all things thus far.
We walked and hopped to the car, including Petey and peeled out of the driveway heading to school number 2!
At the first stoplight, our children had the clarity to yell, "IT'S PICTURE DAY!" And then looked down at their clothing.
Now normally I would say, "You guys look great. That'll work. Let's go to school!" As you know, our kids have never been in a fancy dress or worn a tie for pictures. Something I may regret one day, but for now it's understood that the bar is low. So when I decided to turn around this morning to let them change their clothes, ya gotta know it was pretty bad.
They ran into the house, our 3rd child literally jumped from the car as I was pulling up the driveway--landing on just one good foot, I'm sure. In less than 2 minutes they were back. Hair brushed, nice tops, it was ridiculous the instant capability and urgency they just showed. They're screwed. Cuz now we know. Stupid capable. Like, seriously.
We backed out of the driveway for the 3rd time before 9am and raced towards school. Everyone jumped out of the car in a desperate attempt to be just barely a minute late, and forgot we brought Petey---who took this opportunity to charge the playground.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I yelled in a voice way too loud and crazy thereby introducing myself to any and all parents left on the playground as the unorganized "not even that hot this morning, hot mess" mom.
I got Petey back in the car, before he defecated on the playground--I hope--and ran the kids into school.
Hugs and kisses, and they were off.
I walked back to the car and realized that the ground felt a little cool. Looking down, I was reminded that I never did get my shoes on this morning.
Dear Todd,
Let me preface by saying, "I know you were up super late and working hard so my reference to you sleeping while all the things mentioned below happened is not a 'dig.'"
BUT
While you were sleeping this am between the hrs of 6-9...all this happened....
Got up and put the trash and recycling on the curb. Got the kids up and we all went into the basement and did Yoga...even Petey who eventually had to be kenneled because he kept straddling us and licking our eyeballs. It was very meditative.
The kids then ran upstairs and got dressed for school while I let Petey out and fed him while only burning some of the pancakes on the stove.
Kids ate, soccer gear was thrown into a bag for later, and I threw on a sweater over my PJ's, swapped out jeans for my bottoms and backed out of the garage with child numero uno.
We drove across town discussing the absurdity of the debate the other night and I promptly kicked him to the curb at 8:09.
Driving home, I reconnected with a close friend who lives in NC until pulling into our driveway to grab the other 2.
I entered the house to a 9 yr old hopping in the kitchen due to an injured ankle. An ankle that he couldn't put weight on until having a chocolate-dipped strawberry.
Other than that, they were ready. Which was amazing and made me feel pretty good about all things thus far.
We walked and hopped to the car, including Petey and peeled out of the driveway heading to school number 2!
At the first stoplight, our children had the clarity to yell, "IT'S PICTURE DAY!" And then looked down at their clothing.
Now normally I would say, "You guys look great. That'll work. Let's go to school!" As you know, our kids have never been in a fancy dress or worn a tie for pictures. Something I may regret one day, but for now it's understood that the bar is low. So when I decided to turn around this morning to let them change their clothes, ya gotta know it was pretty bad.
They ran into the house, our 3rd child literally jumped from the car as I was pulling up the driveway--landing on just one good foot, I'm sure. In less than 2 minutes they were back. Hair brushed, nice tops, it was ridiculous the instant capability and urgency they just showed. They're screwed. Cuz now we know. Stupid capable. Like, seriously.
We backed out of the driveway for the 3rd time before 9am and raced towards school. Everyone jumped out of the car in a desperate attempt to be just barely a minute late, and forgot we brought Petey---who took this opportunity to charge the playground.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I yelled in a voice way too loud and crazy thereby introducing myself to any and all parents left on the playground as the unorganized "not even that hot this morning, hot mess" mom.
I got Petey back in the car, before he defecated on the playground--I hope--and ran the kids into school.
Hugs and kisses, and they were off.
I walked back to the car and realized that the ground felt a little cool. Looking down, I was reminded that I never did get my shoes on this morning.
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