As I'm rushing out the door with the kids, one of them asks me to put her lunch in her backpack. I shove it in there and then go to zip it up and catch her hair in the zipper.
That's just the tip of the iceberg today!
One of the twins was up in the night. Another zombie nightmare, I believe. Or maybe this was the one where an eagle swoops down and takes someone's head off. I can't remember what I was told in the middle of the night.
I throw a leg out of bed in hopes it will drag the rest of my body with it. Between the lack of sleep and the grocery list of things I need to accomplish running through my head, it's taking everything I've got to sit up.
I get downstairs, already behind schedule, and one of the kids is not feeling well. I'm trying to decide how not well, while figuring out how to get out of teaching yoga if this one goes south. No temperature and no vomiting. No get out of jail free card. Off to school you go.
Packing up has never taken so long and never has there been so many fights break out about somebody touching somebody. The mudroom is a war zone. Just when I think we are good, one of them gets clocked by the door.
Once in the van I realize we are only 10 minutes behind schedule. That should be just enough time for me to get stuck behind the buses and tell my pre-teen I won't be able to do door drop-off because it will be too tight for time in the drop-off line. She will of course scowl and question my love for her.
I drop the littles off and one of them gets caught on the seat belt trying to squeeze out of the back seat. She trips inside of the van and then rolls out the open side door like a sausage taking some empty chip bags with her. She's just laying on the cement like road kill.
OH, MY GAAAAAAHHHHD!
I jump out to help her, knowing we are in the drop-off line and everyone is waiting.
Why are we a hot mess?!
I pull her up, brush her off, tell her she's fine and then I get in the car as quickly as possible yelling, "I love you! Have a good day!"
I drop the pre-teen off a block shy of the school, which is terrible because she will now be late - but not really late, just not the exact time she would like to be there. It's a fine line. If I drop her off at the door, she's too early. As per our usual talk I tell her to either run or stall and she rolls her eyes and begins to tell me why that won't work before I interrupt her with, "I'm running late. Bye! I love you! HAVE A NICE DAY AT SCHOOL!"
She hates me. Oh well.
I'd like to say the rest of the day goes as planned, but an hour later the school calls to inform me that one of the kids is in fact running a temperature. My poor sausage. It's fine. I hurry to get her and then head home. I needed to stay in and do 10 loads of laundry anyway.
So if you're having a Monday, I understand. It's hard seeing the clock say it's still morning but you've already lived a thousand lives and just want to go to bed.
Unless today is Tuesday? In which case, I'm just having a day.
Jen Reekie was born and raised in Quincy and received a communications degree at the University of Kansas, which has come in quite handy as she communicates every day with four children who don't hear a word she says. This stay-at-home mom enjoys the challenge, though, and shares her experiences in this blog, "Mum's the Word." She welcomes your feedback, questions and stories about staying sane while raising kids.