Friday, October 9, 2009

Can I Get A Redo?

I had Wednesday all planned out perfectly -- because this is what I do.

7am - Wake up
7:10 - Wake up the wee ones
7:30 - Everyone dressed and ready and downstairs
7:50 - Breakfast done, lunches made, and backpacks packed
8am - Mister Man is out the door on the carpool
8-8:25 - Finish getting Little Miss ready; read some books if we have time
8:25 - Little Miss gets on the bus
8:25-9am - I prepare for the day and get all my materials together and organized
9am - Drive to elementary school to sign paperwork for Mister Man's language group
9:30 - Sign paperwork and drive to preschool
10-11:40 - PTO meeting
11:40-12pm - Drive to high school
12-2pm - PTO Presidents Council meeting
2-2:30 - Drive to pick up Little Miss from my parents
2:30-2:50 - Drive home with Little Miss
2:50-3 - Unpack backpack, eat snack, and grab coupons
3-3:30 - Drive to Mister Man's school for pickup
3:30-4:10 - Drop off carpool
4:10-4:40 - Drive to Chuck E Cheese for fundraiser
4:40-6:15 - "Enjoy" fundraiser
6:15-6:40 - Drive home
6:40-7pm - Get wee ones ready for bed and into bed

Phew. From there, it's the usual nighttime routines of getting ready for the next day, going through email to ensure I have everything done that needs to be done, etc.

So.

7:50am. I receive a phone call from the carpool partner saying that her daughter is sick and that she won't be going to school. She offers to drive Mister Man to school anyway. I think about it for a nanosecond then decide that it would be somewhat nuts to put Mister Man into a small, enclosed space with a known sick child.

I swoop in and get everyone to hurry, especially Little Miss. I grab as many items for the meetings as I can. Oh, and I grab the fixings for breakfast for myself and stick them in a grocery bag.

We get into the car seven minutes later than I wanted to (remember that time warp in my garage?) and get Mister Man to school two minutes late -- but we aren't the last ones in line to drop off. Phew.

I drive Little Miss to her preschool and make it there just by the skin of my teeth. I walk her in and hang up the signs directing people to the PTO meeting. I let the office staff know that I need to run but will be back.

I head to the elementary school where I still have to sign the paperwork. Note that this is within a mile of Mister Man's school, but the therapist wasn't available when I was there earlier in the morning. I also discover that the road between the schools is now under construction (seriously? It was fine twenty minutes earlier!), so I'm five minutes late. But it's ok.

I turn around and head back to Little Miss's preschool. I call my treasurer to let her know that I'm running late but will be there as quickly as possible. I leave a message for my secretary and the office staff telling them the same thing.

I'm late for the PTO meeting, but fortunately, I'm not the only one so starting late isn't a bad thing. Phew.

I head over to the high school. Where the road down to one lane for both directions, which means I wait for seven minutes (yes, I counted) until it's finally our turn to go. While I'm late, other members are later -- including some coming from the opposite direction who live three miles away and needed forty-five minutes to get there. Yikes.

I head home since my parents insisted they'd keep Little Miss until I picked her up for the fundraiser, which happened to be near their house. I stopped at home where I cleaned up the black rice that had spilled all over the floor (did I neglect to mention that I knocked out that container while grabbing breakfast items for myself but didn't have time to pick it up? No? Oh, and no, I didn't have time to actually eat my breakfast).

Back on track, at 3pm, I left the house to pick up Mister Man at school. The road that had been clear a half hour earlier on my way home was now down to one lane, and I'm stuck. I'm stuck where I can't even turn around and try a different way. I sigh and pull out my phone to call the school to tell them that I don't think I'll be there by 3:30 at this rate but that I am coming.

We get Mister Man and our preschool buddy into the car, and I cannot for the life of me get the booster seat buckled in. And I find out that Mister Man had a yellow day, which means he doesn't get to go to the fundraiser.

I call my husband and find out that he will not be home for me to drop off Mister Man. I detour on the way home and drop off Mister Man before handing off our preschool buddy to his home and heading to my parents' house.

Little Miss and I make it to Chuck E Cheese. And they have dairy free items. And it isn't the noisy hell that I've seen when I've been there before (go figure - Saturdays and Sundays are a madhouse, middle of the week is relatively sane).

We have fun. Little Miss has what she describes as a "magical time." We earn tickets, and we use few tokens. Little Miss loves feeding the tickets into the machine that eats them, and she doesn't even notice that we can then turn the tickets in for prizes. Am I a bad mom for not pointing it out to her?

We got home, and she went straight to bed, and I finally started catching up on the day.

And then I got the call from the carpool buddy that they won't be going to school again on Thursday. At some point, I'll have this down pat, right?

16 comments:

Fishsticks and Fireflies October 9, 2009 at 9:03 PM  

God Lord, woman! What a day! I am not looking forward at all to the day when my kids will be in different schools and different activites and I will be living out of my car.

Cookie October 9, 2009 at 9:14 PM  

Yikes! I hate days like that. Oh and for the longest time, I didn't tell my kids about the prizes at Chuck E cheese either!

Unknown Mami October 9, 2009 at 9:23 PM  

You need a cape.

septembermom October 9, 2009 at 9:43 PM  

I'm tired just reading your post. Talk about "Mom on the run" :) You are super woman for sure!

anymommy October 10, 2009 at 12:39 AM  

Your day makes my head spin. I thought the pumpkin patch was rough.

Tam October 10, 2009 at 10:15 AM  

What a DAY! Where in the world do you get the energy? Well I hope you at least get to have some quiet time over the weekends!

Mary~Momathon October 10, 2009 at 11:17 AM  

First thing I noticed and I was so stunned I couldn't even read more until I was sure I read it right....

the kids go to bed at 7pm and wake at 7am? 12 hours? Wow! I celebrate when I get 5 hours of sleep in a row! Your wee ones sleep for 12 hours straight? At the same time? Share your secrets! How is this possible? You must be magic! I want some of that!!! I'm in awe, you should get a Nobel Peace Prize!

After the idea of a 12 hr night soaks into my skull, I"ll read the rest. This is every night, right? Wow. Again, Wow! How?

WeaselMomma October 10, 2009 at 2:41 PM  

Some days. Oh how I feel your pain.

Tara R. October 10, 2009 at 3:40 PM  

I'm officially tired.

MaBunny October 10, 2009 at 4:54 PM  

LOL, run run run Michelle!
Sometimes I hate having to rely on others for rides, but then when your sick, who ya gonna call? kind of no brainer:)

Jennifer October 10, 2009 at 9:00 PM  

Do we ever get it down pat? I hope no one else does because I'm going to feel really bad that I don't.

Thanks for stopping by.

Melisa with one S October 10, 2009 at 10:49 PM  

Yet another thing we have in common: we plan days by the MINUTE. We make me sick.

But I've been there. I haven't changed it, and I totally feel your pain. :)

Angela October 12, 2009 at 8:04 PM  

It always seems like the best laid plans...well, you know how that goes! Some days it's all about survival. Hang in there!

Michelle October 13, 2009 at 8:26 PM  

Nichole - You may not be looking forward to it, but it will be here all too soon!

Cookie - So glad I'm not the only one :) Everyone else was walking out with all sorts of "neat" stuff.

Unknown Mami - Ha! If only it were remarkable. Ok, being that consistently late might actually be remarkable. Eventually people usually manage to get back on time :)

Kelly - Super Woman? I messed up the whole day! I fortunately got everything done but not in my normal, calm (don't laugh) manner.

Stacey - You have four; I have two. How is your head not already spinning?

Tam - Ummm, a lot of sleep? I didn't say I was energetic. Maybe that's why I kept being late!

Mary - Ummm actually they go to bed between 6 and 6:30. 7 is late for us. And they sleep past 7. I usually wake them up. Little Miss still takes a 3 or so hour nap, too. What can I say? Sleep begets sleep -- Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child by Dr Marc Weisbluth.

WeaselMomma - And feel it you do. You're doing the same thing but with five! Yikes!

Tara - Me, too. Always. Maybe this is why....

Marcy - Carpools are wonderful things... so long as everyone is healthy and on the same schedule. So like one day out of the year, right?

Jennifer - Actually getting it down pat is sort of what I was hoping for. It was keeping me from being depressed :)

Melisa - Of course we do. And you need to tell me that you have changed it and that it's all better now. Please.

Angela - Yep, and I'm definitely on survival mode. I dropped the wee ones at a neighbor's tonight so I could grab my husband's worksheet copies at school and put them in the right place. Whee!

Pat October 14, 2009 at 12:17 PM  

Arghhh!!! Now I remember how much I love being retired. I remember hectic days of kids and school and chauffeuring three boys around, but those memories are gradually fading---it's kind of a blur now.

I love Little Miss's "magical time" comment. So sweet. The part you thought you'd like least was the most fun!

Michelle October 17, 2009 at 8:51 PM  

Pat - I'm hoping that it will just fade into a dull roar someday much like labor. You're giving me hope!

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