So when I sit down to write about
today and I think of all that has gone wrong. I release that not one thing was
really all that terrible. It was more of just that it happened one thing after
another. I know it’s pretty petty to
complain about a day like today. I really should be grateful. It truly wasn’t
that bad of a day, like I said nothing really awful happened and for that I am
thankful.
So where did my day start? Today
actually started at 2 am this morning. When Grace finally gave in to sleep. Of
course I can’t sleep knowing she’s still awake and I am not one of those people
who can fall asleep the moment their head hits the pillow. In fact I take
forever to fall asleep because everything I have to do the next couple of days
runs through my head. So finally about 3 am I doze off. Thankfully neither
child woke up again until 7:30, which is the time I normally get up on school
days anyways. Of course today my loving husband decides to take to long in the
shower and I am left to shower with both kiddos awake, which is a dangerous
combination. So I opt to skip the shower
and go to the gym from drop off. So I am racing around packing snacks and
drinks for school and the gym. When I look up at the calendar and realize it’s
the 28th, the day of Grace’s Pumpkin Festival at school. I wouldn’t
have time to go to the gym since I have to accompany her at 10:30. So now I
really must shower.
I race into
the bathroom, throw my contacts in, and hop in the shower hoping to get in and
out in less than ten minutes. That’s when the burning starts! My contact solution
apparently did not neutralize like it was suppose so I basically just shoved 3%
hydrogen peroxide in MY EYES!! In the
panic of trying to open my eyes enough to get the contacts out I hear the dreaded
thud of a human body hitting the floor.
Sure enough the screams start about 10 seconds later. So I still have
one burning contact in and am now running into the living room soaking wet.
Luckily Connor had just rolled off the couch on to the carpet and wasn’t injured
just surprised by his fall. So I get him settled all while trying to dig out
the STILL BURNING CONTACT. I was able to
finish showering and get dressed without anything else eventful happening but
contacts were a no go today as my eyes where still pretty soar and red when I
left the house. Of course that is when
my exhausted three old year decided to throw a tantrum because she “didn’t want
to go to school” or she ”didn’t want to wear Izzy costume to school.” I finally told her “FINE, we won’t go to
school today” and begin to text her teacher to tell her we won’t be making it
today. When she suddenly has a change of heart and want’s to go to school, of
course the costume is still a no go. So I just throw it in her school tote and
head out the door about 10 minutes later then usual.
The drive
to school was also uneventful mercifully as I pulled Elaine Benous trying to
get her “house guest” to the airport during rush hour moves on the highway.
Like I predicted as soon as she gets to school and sees everyone in costume she
wants hers on. So I am dressing her in
the middle of the hallway when I reach in her school tote and feel something
gel like that is definitely not suppose to be there. I pull everything out and
on the bottom of her tote is a 1-inch thick layer of a white gel like substance
that SMELLS LIKE DEATH. Grace’s teacher of course is being very helpful despite
being in the middle of drop off by getting me some Clorox wipes and holding
Connor while I scoop out whatever this disgusting mess is into the bathroom
trash. It wasn’t until later in the car
that it hits me….it was week old milk!! Connor must of spilled his bottle in
there too when he was pouring milk on everything the other day. No wonder I
didn’t find as much as I thought I would around the house. L
So now it’s
time for me to waste an hour before going back to the school for Grace’s
Festival. This is when things actually get a little better. I was going to just
walk around the BX for a bit and maybe look at their shoes but I ran into my
friend KC who works at the golf shop and was able to vent a little bit about my
day and waste the time without having to lock Connor up in a cart. Then back to
Grace’s school I go. The festival itself was great and unexciting except for
two almost meltdowns from a very tired Grace.
At this point we head home and Grace begins to ask for “(Mc)Donald’s”
for lunch. I am TOO tired and worn out
to fight with her so I say SURE.
Home, Lunch
(and Chia Tea since Steve was sweet enough to bring me one home) and off to nap at 1:30. I force Grace to lie
down in my bed with me so I know where she is and I doze next to her while
Connor sleeps. The next thing I know it’s 4 pm and both kids are sound a sleep.
So I freak out waking Grace up because there is NO way I am going to stay up
with her till 2 am again! Wake up Connor and frantically start the meal I am
suppose to be bringing one of our squadron families who just a baby. Luckily I
woke up with plenty of time to get dinner in the oven and Steve gets home at
5:30 like I begged him to three times that day. I am in the middle of getting
our own dinner in the oven next to the meal about to be pulled out when I
notice the jar of pesto that is suppose to be on the chicken I am cooking to
take is still UNOPENED on the counter. I forgot the MOST important part of the
WHOLE meal!!! So I freak out pull their dinner form the oven and just stare at
it a minute. Then I said to Steve….I can FIX THIS!! I begin scooping the cheese
and tomatoes off the top of the chicken, place the chicken in a new pan, heat
the pesto over the stove really quick, pour it on the chicken, replace the
tomatoes, cover with more cheese and broil on high for a couple of
minutes. BOOM dinner saved!! OF course
that left me with minutes to spare to get out the door. So I throw our dinner
in the oven and leave Steve with instructions on what to do and run out the
dinner at the last possible minute to make my 6 pm drop off on time. Again
Elaine on Rockaway Blvd. moves but dinner gets to where it needs to be on time.
Expecting
that the be the end of any surprised today is really to much. I won’t go into
how poor Steve misheard what I said (and wrote down) but needless to say dinner
was much later tonight then expected. So far things have been quite since then
BUT it’s still technically early. Hopefully I won’t have to add anything else
to this post and bedtime will come early and without much fuss! Tomorrow I have
nothing planned so I am going to spend the day in pj’s with the kids, catching
up on laundry and housework, and “resetting” this week. I could really use the
do over. L
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