Another glorious day at the Turnverein as we continue to co-exist in our cozy abode. Last night the kids were really excited about having had their first play date. It took forever to get them into bed. The only good thing about the evening routine was the fact that Olivia gave herself a shower for the first time.
But that isn’t where this story starts…let’s just start with our 1 AM whine alarm. At first I thought I was dreaming about Olivia whining and crying. Then I started to come to and realized she was actually whining and crying. I then drug myself out of my cozy bed and trudged the three feet to her bed (I know, totally pathetic, right?). There I discovered that she did not have a fever and she was not falling off the edge of the bed or missing her blanket. There was no reason for the ridiculous noises she was making. So, after telling her to knock it off and go to sleep unless she was going to tell me what the problem was (which she didn’t) I made my way back to bed.
After two hours of this drama and her peeing her bed while lying in it awake it would be fair to say none of us were going to function well this morning.
First my alarm went off at 5am…and I dismissed it. Then Andy’s alarm went off at 6am…dismissed. At 6:30 I woke up and realized it was time to get up and get everyone off to school. I had missed my journaling time and also my showering time so I just changed clothes, brushed my teeth and tried to get the kids ready for school after all I was just dropping them off, it wasn’t like I had to go in the building or anything…(insert foreshadowing here).
Andy made breakfast while I got the kids dressed and ready to go. Their backpacks were already by the door and Olivia had her show and tell item ready in the big red bag.
We got out the door earlier than usual somehow and made it to school with about ten minutes to spare. Whew. However as I drove away I noticed several kids out of uniform in the parking lot. What was going on?
And then it hit me like a punch in the gut…PICTURE DAY!
On picture day the kids don’t have to wear uniforms and consequently none of them do. They all wear nice clothes and have their hair fixed…unless they happen to be a Verdizzlet.
I immediately called Andy and gave him a list of items that needed to be at school ASAP including dress clohes, shoes, and the picture forms (which I had put on the fridge to remind me about picture day). I walked into the building and informed the teachers that I was not going to be in the running for mother of the year in 2011 and told Olivia not to worry because her dress would soon be available. Funny enough she hadn’t even noticed at that point, which was a huge blessing.
Within twenty minutes they were ready to go with picture money, and they should at least have acceptable pictures. My nerves were shot, but honestly all I could do was laugh. I think some people there think I am on something or else I need to be but in my mind I think mothers actually have a lot in common with addicts. We are all just taking it one day at a time and trying not to screw anything up too badly. So here’s to mothering one day at a time…