6:40am The day starts. Wake the older two kids, dress them, feed them. Yell at least a dozen times for them to hurry up, finish eating, brush their teeth. Issue multiple reminders about lunches and feeding the dog. Threaten half a dozen more times that they are going to miss the bus, argue about the need for jackets/sweatshirts as it is too cold not to wear one. Run after FirstBorn who forgot his lunch.
7:35am Send the older kids off to school, drag the youngest child out of bed, beg him to eat something and put socks on.
8:30am Drop Monster at preschool. Come home to sort the mounds of Spring Break laundry. There is something (or multiple somethings) foul in FirstBorn’s pile. Gross. Start the laundry.
10:00am Gather all of the tools scattered through the house and garage because they do not have a home and, even if they did, no one can put anything back where it belongs. Organize all of the fasteners, tools, and tapes in the laundry room cabinet. Now everything has a place… until items start wandering away. Switch loads.
11:00am Time to get Monster. Where did the morning go? Pick-up donations from church for Easter goodie-bags. Come home and feed my youngest lunch because he is now whining about his empty belly since he didn’t eat enough at breakfast and he “didn’t like” today’s snack at school. Switch loads.
1:00pm Realize I forgot to make beds this morning on my way to take a shower. Make the beds. Get interrupted numerous times while in the bathroom trying to groom and bathe. Shower with Monster standing outside the curtain telling me all about the new sport he invented… “Awesome Ball”. Why does my upper lip feel like it’s on fire? Chemical burn from leaving the hair-removal cream on too long because someone needed “help” going to the bathroom. Switch loads.
3:00pm Root around for FirstBorn’s soccer gear which has been hibernating for the past 5 months somewhere. Start dinner.
3:30pm They’re home! Feed the kids. Beg them to stop chattering and eat… we’ve got to go. Ask First Born to change, find his cleats, practice piano and gather his books… at least 3 times. Discover that he has outgrown his cleats, but instruct him to “deal with it” until I can get him a new pair. Head out with my oldest, leaving Husband with the younger two and evening reminders.
4:30pm Drop FirstBorn at piano lessons. Run over to the hardware store since Husband wouldn’t go yesterday because I “would be right there” today to pick up hooks to hang the extension ladder. Good thing, too, because now we also need special batteries for the car remotes as there actually is something wrong with garage door and I wasn’t just hallucinating.
5:00pm Grab First Born from piano and off to soccer we go. FirstBorn can’t find his team. I drive to the alternate practice field and back. I tell him three times to ask the multiple coaches on the fields where U10 Travel is practicing. He doesn’t ask convinced none of the teams are his. His coach did this to us last season on the first day of practice so I leave a not-so-friendly message on her voicemail about being stood up once again.
5:45pm Make a pit stop at home before FirstBorn’s batting practice to trade kids with Husband as I’ve now had my fill of sporting adventures for the day. Garage door still won't open, even with new battery in the remote. Discover that someone "locked" the garage door opener which is why it wouldn't open/close. Check DeeDee’s homework. Work on a template for Easter craft at church.
7:15pm FirstBorn is home from practice. I instruct him to get started on his homework then go out to the garage to help Husband hang the extension ladder. Get out to the garage to find Husband messing with the bikes we had hung the day before. Apparently, we need to make the brackets more secure. What happened to hanging the ladder? I pre-drill the ladder hooks, utter some not-so-nice expletives, and storm into the house.
8:00pm Most of his homework is done, but FirstBorn is now in tears because I have no patience left to deal with his lack of concentration. Manage to mop up the waterworks and finish going over his spelling words. Soccer coach calls back to inform me that the team was in fact on the field. God forbid FirstBorn had listened to me and ASKED SOMEONE.
8:30pm Plead/yell/whimper for the children to get their jammies on, Monster to go potty, and Get In Bed!!! Listen to Husband tell me that he doesn't understand why I didn't look for FirstBorn's coach because, if it was him, he would have coddled FirstBorn holding his hand the whole way. That is not a direct quote, by the way.
9:00pm Make 20 Easter crafts for church while trying to explain to Husband why the garage thing and his comment about how he would have handled soccer practice differently aggravated me so much. He doesn’t get it, so I give-up and agree to watch TV with him instead.
10:30pm Crawl into bed, hoping tomorrow is better... with a much less crabby me. Good Night!
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