Obviously, my post yesterday was written in a timely fashion. Oh, it's not obvious to you? Well then, please allow me to explain.
Yesterday was supposed to go like this:
Get up by 7:00 am, get kids ready, send Bria to school at 8:30.
Meet with Sophie's speech therapist (she comes to our house) at 9:45.
Clean up the aftermath of arriving home from vacation the night before.
Check Bria out of school at 11:00 and head to her 8 year well child check, scheduled for 11:30.
Well child checks at our pediatrician are always super fast, so I should have been done in time to check Bria back into school and have Chloe to her Kindergarten class at 12:30.
Go home and prepare and eat lunch (I'm on a new diet, which I might blog about later if I lose enough weight to make it blog-worthy).
Take Sophie for a walk.
Put Sophie down for her nap.
Finish cleaning the house.
Pick up the girls at 3:30.
Do homework and reading.
Take Bria to her violin lesson at 5:30.
Come home and eat dinner.
Young Women at 7:00.
Come home and relax.
I know that's a pretty busy day, and maybe even a little overwhelming, but that is NOTHING like what really happened. What really happened is much, much worse, and a definite opportunity for Lara to practice some major patience.
Since you're dying to know, here's what really happened:
Joel left the house around 6:30 in the morning, as usual.
The rest of us didn't wake up until nearly 9:15, even though we all went to bed pretty early. I have no idea how this happened. Bria and Sophie are both up by 7:00 on normal days.
I jumped out of bed and freaked out, then decided I would just have to keep Bria home until the end of her doctor's appointment.
I still did my morning computer surf for about 10 minutes while the kids were eating breakfast, since I can't eat till my thyroid medication kicks in.
Then I ran around picking things up and ordering children to brush their teeth and getting Sophie presentable for her speech therapy.
No speech therapist, so I continued reading blogs until my phone rang at 10:15.
It was the speech therapist, naturally. She'd been at the dentist and the appointment took an hour longer than anticipated. We rescheduled.
Then, I did a little more cleaning and making sure the kids were ready.
At 11:00 we all piled in the car to head to the pediatrician.
We waited for nearly an hour in the waiting room. This never happens at my doctor's office! They are always so fast.
Then, once we got into the room, we waited another really long time for the doctor to even come.
I was starting to get a lot annoyed. Tried to remember it's just an opportunity to prove that I can be patient.
Got back into the car at 12:45. Kindergarten was already starting and the kids were hungry.
Sped home, where I parked in the driveway and opened the garage door so Chloe could run in the house to get her backpack.
I got some crackers off the garage food storage shelf for them to eat in the one minute it would take to get to the school, and backed out of the driveway.
I pushed the garage door opener, and part of the garage door completely fell off the runners. I have no idea why it did this, but for me, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
I left my garage door open, with my food storage free for the taking and took the girls to school, checked Bria in, made sure Chloe got to class okay, even though she was 20 minutes late at this point, and headed back home with Sophie.
I fiddled with the garage, but only succeeded in turning my hands black with grease and frustrating myself even more. It was now more than an hour past the time I should have eaten, so I just went into the house.
I called Joel, crying, while I made my lunch.
Then the violin teacher called and needed to change Bria's lesson to 4:00. Why not? My day is already completely shot anyway. Let's just lose our homework time, too.
I finally sat down at the computer and ate my lunch, while I let Sophie make messes.
Joel came home and put Sophie to bed for me.
I did nothing productive for an hour. I was just too frazzled by now.
At 3:30, I woke Sophie up, loaded her in the car, drove to pick up the girls and on to violin.
Chloe and I worked a little on her homework in the car while we waited for Bria to finish her lesson.
I came home and supervised homework.
Decided I should probably make dinner for my children since Joel was at jazz band.
Made the simplest dinner I could possibly think of.
We all ate.
I told the girls their room must be finished being cleaned by the time I got home from Young Women and I left.
I walked. It's always good to walk steam off on a day like today, especially when the planned walk did not work out.
Stayed at YW for a half hour and came home.
Cleaned the house.
Went to bed.
I suppose after the afternoon was over, it wasn't so bad. I'm still so ticked off about the garage door, though. Joel and I went out to look at it and even working together we couldn't get it back on track. So, if you know where I live, please don't steal my food storage or my Christmas decorations. You can totally have the old computer desk that I haven't gotten rid of yet, and if you really need little girl clothes, I guess you can have some of mine. I have a lot.
And if your husband can fix garage doors, send him right over.