first the alarm was off at 6:15 sharp. THE MOM was
while at the dentist, the kids are multi tasking. while one is in the chair, the other does homework. then the switch. after their teeth are sparkling like mine, we dash off to grab a meal through the drive through of a local eatery. we get home, sit down and eat. as soon as we are finished, we gather all the FB
"HEY, (BLANK: NAME WITHHELD)!! DON'T PULL J'S PANTS DOWN AGAIN...IT IS SO NOT APPROPRIATE!!"
we are leaving. I have had enough. boys and girls, ages 8-12, pulling each other's pants down? and nothing is said by the adults in charge? so outta here.
we arrive home in time to switch adults in command. I need to attend the village council meeting with our school guidance counselor. as we drive up, THE DAD does, too. we switch "who's in charge" and I leave for the meeting. I arrive just before 7:30 to discover the meeting is already underway. I whisper to Mr. S, "I thought it started at 7:30?" to which he replies, "no, 7." so I AM LATE! I HATE being late...I get comfy and listen to the meeting. Mr. S is the very last thing on the agenda. he talks what he wants to talk about, I throw in some humor and compliments and the meeting is over. Mr. S and I stand outside and talk some more. he is great with the kids and what he presented to the council is great, too. after about ten minutes, it is time for both of us to head home.
as I pull up in the driveway, thinking about sitting on the couch and eating an oreo drumstick, the lights are all on...I can see dh on his hands and knees doing something on the carpet. another cat incident...they seem to throw up a lot. wait? what is that I hear? it is my oldest child crying. what I come to find out is that the throw up wasn't the cats but rather a child's!! what in the sam hill went on here?? "the cough" that has been here for a few weeks finally got the best of him. some laughing turned into a deep belly cough that kicked in the gag reflex that in turn let it all loose.. I am glad I wasn't here as I would have been adding to it. THE MOM reassures the son he will be fine...get my daughter into bed and assist in what ways I can in the clean up.
finally, about two hours later, I hit the bed. however, each & every time one of my kids so much as cleared his or her throat, I was up. literally, up and out of bed to check on them. at about 5 AM, my daughter wakes me by calling out, "Dad, Dad" over and over...it was the sweetest voice ever. however, what she wanted to tell us could have waited... this time, a cat did throw up...in her room, on her pretty purple flower rug and it woke her up. so she felt she needed to wake us up, too, so we knew. thanks!
all in all, I was able to accomplish making copies, sorting mail at school, bothering the office staff, getting my teeth cleaned, picking up trophy plates, purchasing whipped cream, eating a yummy burrito, taking a very short nap, picking up from school, provide snacks, deliver children to dentist for more clean teeth, provide a meal from a fast food venue, help gather needed stuff to turn in, co-help remember the whipping cream, enjoy and then dislike a whipped cream fight, deliver said children to their dad, arrive late at a council meeting, provide incentive for the reason for attending the meeting in the first place, visit with the school guidance councilor, and help in the clean up of vomit. oh, yeah, then over night, provide reassurance to myself that my kids are okay each and EVERY time they cleared their throat or coughed..
I AM THE MOM. this is my job. but isn't is sometimes exhausting? I applaud all of you MOMS and DADS out there that sometimes feel like you don't know which end is up. in the spirit of the Budweiser commercials,
this one's for you, crazy, almost gone mad parent that has to remember everyone's schedule and stuff and yet still somehow remember all the stuff YOU need to do, yet alone what all the other member's in your family need and want.