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walkitoutThe morning did not start well. I spent a large chunk of 5-6 a.m. attempting to get A. back to sleep; I ultimately succeeded which was wonderful, then we got up at 8 a.m. which was suboptimal, because I needed to make waffles for T.'s breakfast since we had run out the night before. Big chaos while waffles, two kids breakfasts and T.'s lunch are all made simultaneously, with R. and I tripping over each other. General stress and chaos.
After that, B. arrived early, and helped get A. out of the shower she had taken with me, which is always nice because it seems like when it's just the two of us, we both freeze to death and there are mysterious puddles all over the place that I spend the rest of the day finding and mopping up. I rode the bicycle over to Buttons and Bows and cleaned them out of size 5 boys jeans (well, 3 size 5, one Hannah Andersen size 110) because the school had talked about attempting the just-put-him-in-underwear-and-maybe-that-will-convince-him-to-use-the-potty strategy. I also picked up a bright (bright bright bright) orange windbreaker for T., which should help increase his visibility on bicycles for those few days when it is temperature appropriate. I did not go to Idylwilde, because the baskets didn't look like there was enough space for a half gallon of milk, which was the grocery priority, so I took it all home. I thought I should probably wash them, because you just never know how the kids are going to react to unfamiliar detergent residue, but I was too lazy to go upstairs and do that. Somewhere in there I hung a half dozen or so pictures that have been sitting around waiting to be hung for a while.
It turned out to be a good thing that I didn't wash the jeans, because after lunch (and before laundry would have been done), I got a call saying they needed more clothes asap, so I found the rest of the new undies in the dryer, got jeans, socks and a spare pair of shoes (because I know how this kind of exercise can go -- I've tried it myself more than once) and took them to school on the bike.
No progress on taxes. Oh well. Right now, I'm more worried about the lack of milk.
After that, B. arrived early, and helped get A. out of the shower she had taken with me, which is always nice because it seems like when it's just the two of us, we both freeze to death and there are mysterious puddles all over the place that I spend the rest of the day finding and mopping up. I rode the bicycle over to Buttons and Bows and cleaned them out of size 5 boys jeans (well, 3 size 5, one Hannah Andersen size 110) because the school had talked about attempting the just-put-him-in-underwear-and-maybe-that-will-convince-him-to-use-the-potty strategy. I also picked up a bright (bright bright bright) orange windbreaker for T., which should help increase his visibility on bicycles for those few days when it is temperature appropriate. I did not go to Idylwilde, because the baskets didn't look like there was enough space for a half gallon of milk, which was the grocery priority, so I took it all home. I thought I should probably wash them, because you just never know how the kids are going to react to unfamiliar detergent residue, but I was too lazy to go upstairs and do that. Somewhere in there I hung a half dozen or so pictures that have been sitting around waiting to be hung for a while.
It turned out to be a good thing that I didn't wash the jeans, because after lunch (and before laundry would have been done), I got a call saying they needed more clothes asap, so I found the rest of the new undies in the dryer, got jeans, socks and a spare pair of shoes (because I know how this kind of exercise can go -- I've tried it myself more than once) and took them to school on the bike.
No progress on taxes. Oh well. Right now, I'm more worried about the lack of milk.