Just skip this post if you want to labor under the incorrect assumption that I have it all together and never lose it. hahahahahaha
For starters, Jeff left for Italy on Sunday afternoon and will not be back until Friday night. 'Nuf said.
And of course there have been a bazillion school activities to attend.
And we're still trying to move.
Today, the carpet cleaner guy was coming at noon. SaraGrace is being tested for learning disabilities and school staff requested that she stay after school for the test. She goes to morning kindergarten, so we needed to make her a lunch and then I would pick her up around 1:30PM.
The carpet guy called and said he was running late and would be there about 12:30. Okay...no biggie.
I sat the kids down for their yummy chicken nugget lunch when the phone rang. It was the school. Something had come up and they were not going to be able to test SaraGrace today. Could I please come and pick her up immediately?
It was 12:05.
The kindergarten bus leaves the school at 12:00. I guess the emergency had come up between 12:00 and 12:05 (she says sarcastically....)
So...could I make it back in time to let the carpet guy in? It would be cutting it close. I told the kids to leave their lunches on the table and get into the car. Jake couldn't find his shoes. I told him to just GO get in the car. (OK...I kind of yelled. Kind of in a stressed-out, I don't have time for this nonsense kind of way. I'm not proud of it.)
It is 90 degrees here today with high humidity. Since the school parking lot is inconveniently located too far from the front door to leave the kids in the car, I had to get all of them out of their carseats to go into the school to get SaraGrace. Urgh. Since Jake had no shoes, I had to carry him. As we exited the car, I noticed Jordan was wearing these...
And here I must deviate from my sad tale of woe to say that there is NO WAY I am letting my kid--especially a boy--go anywhere in socks and sandals. I do have some pride. If it is hot enough to wear flip-flops or sandals, for goodness sakes, do NOT wear socks. It looks absurd. We stopped long enough for him to remove the offending socks.
Needless to say, we were all sweaty by the time we got into the school. I love to sweat. Not.
I herded everyone back out to the car. There was lots of complaining about being hungry and hot. The kids complained a little, too. hee.
Okay...it was 12:20. I could probably make it home before the carpet guy.
Alas, as I pulled up, he was standing in the driveway looking sweaty and annoyed. Sigh... who could blame him? I'm sure he couldn't figure out why I didn't mention that I had to be gone at 12:25 when he called at 11:45 to tell me he was on his way.
SaraGrace helped the kids out of their car seats as I dashed inside to let the carpet guy in the front door.
And then I heard it. It was a wail not unlike the Who's down in Whoville.
"Mooooommmmmmm....Ginger ate our lunch!! Ginger aaaaatttttteeeee our luuuuunnnnch. Our chicken nuggets are gone."
And it was true. To borrow a line from "A Christmas Story..." The heavenly aroma still hung in the house. But it was gone, all gone!
No chicken lunch.
I seriously considered dropping that dog off at the pound. This is not her first petty crime of the week. Grrrr....
So...I got the kids a new lunch and then went for my elixir of happiness....
Ahhhhh....Coke. In a glass bottle. There is just nothing better (except fountain Coke from McDon*lds). I might need two today.
Is it nap time yet?