5am- Wake up because the sun is blasting through my window and my bladder is screaming at me.
7am- Act like I am waking up for the first time for the benefit of the husband who has to go to work. Laze in bed with oldest son making jokes.
7:30am- Run downstairs and put son's blue school shirt in the dryer since I forgot to do it last night because I was dead tired.
7:32am- Realize I am all out of bread and cereal for breakfast.
7:45am- Go to turn fan off in boys' bedroom. Notice about 10 little nails hammered into their wall.
8:10am- Run out the door into the 26 mph winds to the van and throw the kids in as fast as you can all the while listening to the puppy yelp.
8:30am- Rummage in the fridge that needs to be cleaned for biscuits to throw in the oven for breakfast.
9:40am- Run out the door for the 5-year well-visit for Justin that I am not looking forward to.
10am- Finally get into the exam room to find out my whole trip to the doctor's was a waste of time.
10:02am- Bawl my eyes out in front of total strangers because of absolute frustration over shot records that are STILL in New Jersey.
10:05am- Get out of doctor's office as fast as I can while herding my kids out the door knowing that everyone can see my red and puffy eyes.
10:30am- Call the pediatric office in New Jersey. "What?! What do you mean you won't fax them?" Leave a message with the nutcase who handles the records who, by the way, won't be in tomorrow.
10:32am- Getting off the phone and remembering another phone call to my midwife's office a couple days ago. Two times this week I have talked to rude receptionists. A plague on them all!
10:34am- Praying that all doctor's offices of all kinds would be devastated by one of the ten plagues of Egypt. I particularly like the boils one.
10:36am- Seriously considering changing to another doctor's office, but then realizing they are all alike. Depression sets in. During this depressing moment, hear a crash upstairs knowing that the pipsqueak has tried to get into something and a glass shatters as it hits the floor. Contemplate screaming for the heck of it.
10:40am- Urge to scream passes, but Caleb complains of his ears hurting from my yelling at the pipsqueak to get out of the kitchen.
10:41am- Wonder why the gate isn't working.
10:45am- Go upstairs to sweep up the glass only to be informed by Justin that the glass broke in the bathroom sink. Contemplate laughing hysterically.
12 noon- Hear Caleb crying pitifully. Ask what is wrong. Find out he banged his head on the wall because he wasn't looking where he was going.
12:10pm- Caleb asks what is that thing called when your head explodes. Ponder what he means till I remember a conversation a few days ago. "Oh, do you mean an aneurism?" He said, "Yeah, my head felt like I was having an aneurism when it hit the wall."
2:50pm- Inform boys it's time to pick up their oldest brother only to find a unidentified substance on the kitchen floor and guilty faces.
3:15pm- Put pipsqueak in bed hoping he would go back to sleep from his power nap in the van.
3:30pm- Wishful thinking.
4:30pm- Totally forgot I left my drinking glass in the family room. Two-year-old gets a hold of it and asks for a drink of water. He follows me down the basement stairs and in a fit of pique throws the glass. Glass shatters on the stairs.
5:45pm- Come to grips with the fact that there is nothing to make for dinner. Start making out grocery list.
6pm- Husband arrives home. He barely got out, "Where's dinner?" when he noticed blood on Aidan's face and hands. He immediately thinks of the newly cleaned carpet. He picks up child and deposits him upstairs for bathtime.
6:05pm- Tell Caleb to make sure no more glass is on the stairs.
7:30pm- Take relaxing bubble bath.
8:30pm- Cuddle with Aidan till we both fall asleep.
7am- Act like I am waking up for the first time for the benefit of the husband who has to go to work. Laze in bed with oldest son making jokes.
7:30am- Run downstairs and put son's blue school shirt in the dryer since I forgot to do it last night because I was dead tired.
7:32am- Realize I am all out of bread and cereal for breakfast.
7:45am- Go to turn fan off in boys' bedroom. Notice about 10 little nails hammered into their wall.
8:10am- Run out the door into the 26 mph winds to the van and throw the kids in as fast as you can all the while listening to the puppy yelp.
8:30am- Rummage in the fridge that needs to be cleaned for biscuits to throw in the oven for breakfast.
9:40am- Run out the door for the 5-year well-visit for Justin that I am not looking forward to.
10am- Finally get into the exam room to find out my whole trip to the doctor's was a waste of time.
10:02am- Bawl my eyes out in front of total strangers because of absolute frustration over shot records that are STILL in New Jersey.
10:05am- Get out of doctor's office as fast as I can while herding my kids out the door knowing that everyone can see my red and puffy eyes.
10:30am- Call the pediatric office in New Jersey. "What?! What do you mean you won't fax them?" Leave a message with the nutcase who handles the records who, by the way, won't be in tomorrow.
10:32am- Getting off the phone and remembering another phone call to my midwife's office a couple days ago. Two times this week I have talked to rude receptionists. A plague on them all!
10:34am- Praying that all doctor's offices of all kinds would be devastated by one of the ten plagues of Egypt. I particularly like the boils one.
10:36am- Seriously considering changing to another doctor's office, but then realizing they are all alike. Depression sets in. During this depressing moment, hear a crash upstairs knowing that the pipsqueak has tried to get into something and a glass shatters as it hits the floor. Contemplate screaming for the heck of it.
10:40am- Urge to scream passes, but Caleb complains of his ears hurting from my yelling at the pipsqueak to get out of the kitchen.
10:41am- Wonder why the gate isn't working.
10:45am- Go upstairs to sweep up the glass only to be informed by Justin that the glass broke in the bathroom sink. Contemplate laughing hysterically.
12 noon- Hear Caleb crying pitifully. Ask what is wrong. Find out he banged his head on the wall because he wasn't looking where he was going.
12:10pm- Caleb asks what is that thing called when your head explodes. Ponder what he means till I remember a conversation a few days ago. "Oh, do you mean an aneurism?" He said, "Yeah, my head felt like I was having an aneurism when it hit the wall."
2:50pm- Inform boys it's time to pick up their oldest brother only to find a unidentified substance on the kitchen floor and guilty faces.
3:15pm- Put pipsqueak in bed hoping he would go back to sleep from his power nap in the van.
3:30pm- Wishful thinking.
4:30pm- Totally forgot I left my drinking glass in the family room. Two-year-old gets a hold of it and asks for a drink of water. He follows me down the basement stairs and in a fit of pique throws the glass. Glass shatters on the stairs.
5:45pm- Come to grips with the fact that there is nothing to make for dinner. Start making out grocery list.
6pm- Husband arrives home. He barely got out, "Where's dinner?" when he noticed blood on Aidan's face and hands. He immediately thinks of the newly cleaned carpet. He picks up child and deposits him upstairs for bathtime.
6:05pm- Tell Caleb to make sure no more glass is on the stairs.
7:30pm- Take relaxing bubble bath.
8:30pm- Cuddle with Aidan till we both fall asleep.
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