You know it is going to be one of those days when it’s only 7am, Gia’s up asking for “more juice and more ice” (though her juice doesn’t have ice in it, she still asks this way) and you already have kids fighting. Can I just yell something right now? I HATE LATE ARRIVAL!!!! And yes, if you are a high schooler and don’t care about the traffic going in, then you probably love late arrival days but OMG, I want to find the person that came up with this idea and make them spend a late arrival morning here with us and then tell me it is still a great idea. Let me just give you the run down: A tween girl is in the shower taking waaaaaay longer than anyone ever needs to take in the shower (she is convinced that she NEVER gets the soap out so she stays in extra long). I swear, I have told her the steps to taking a quick shower: wash hair, rinse hair, put conditioner in, wash body, rinse conditioner and done. I’m pretty sure she stands under the hot water, realizes she has to wash her hair, rinses for about 10 minutes, stands under the hot water some more, realizes she has to condition her hair, rinses for another 5 minutes before I start yelling to get out and then shut the water off because someone else has to get it and then she cries that she didn’t get a chance to wash her body. Then the person (Nico) that got in the other shower, having no idea that there was someone in my shower finds himself under a lot of cold water. He starts screaming, jumps out and starts yelling at everyone. He is talked into having breakfast first and then showering. Meanwhile my sick baby wakes up from all the yelling. She.is.miserable.
Tommy woke up to the yelling, figured out what was going on and said, “So there is probably no chance that I’ll have hot water for my shower, right?” I replied, “I doubt. Sorry, Honey.” He then made me smile by saying, “That’s okay. I’ll just man up.” I love that kid.
Tonight I have curriculum night and I know a lot of people don’t go but I do so I have already started stressing about finding all of Nico’s classes and not walking in late. Amazing. Twenty-five years later and I am still worrying about the same stuff.
Dear sweet Isabella has started volleyball. She had been begging me for the last three years to sign her up and I had always been a day late and a dollar short. Two of her friends told her about the league that they were doing and she came home begging me to try to get her on the team. So like a good mom or crazy mom…whichever you think fits (I think crazy), I got her on the team. So now she has dance on Mondays from 4:15-5 and volleyball games from 7-8. On Tuesdays she has volleyball practice from 5-6 (Tommy has basketball practice from 6:30-8), Thursdays Belle has dance from 4:00-4:45 (Tommy has basketball from 6:30-8). Nico has practice every day after school until 4:30. CRAZY and my “no” button must be broken because I really wanted to say, “No, you are doing too much right now but instead I said, “Sure, Honey, you can do it.” Did I mention that after one of the dance classes , she told me that she really doesn’t want to give up cheerleading but still wants to do dance? Now I know I sound like an unfair mom (because the boys do so much) but in the interest of saving my sanity, I told Belle she had to choose. Is that fair since the boys have been three sport athletes for a long time? Probably not but the boys don’t have costumes that cost $80 a pop that they will only wear once (unless you count the rehearsal) and the boys don’t have recitals that cost $25 a ticket to see them for maybe 10 minutes total. It’s not fair and I get it and that is why I said yes. Craziness is just adding more crazy to the chaos.
Gia is sick. Pitiful sick. Fever, constant drippy nose and a cough that sounds to big for someone so small. She missed school (which bums me out so much I can’t even tell you) and ballet (which bums her out) and has been extra clingy and crabby which I get but it is still no fun. We have built 47 Lego towers and have had about 20 tea parties, all ending in giant messes. Please send a prayer that she’s the only one that is going to get this.
For those that have been reading for a while, I have big news…we finally did it. We got Gia a twin bed! The days of me in the toddler bed are OVER!!! Gone are the nights of crawling out of the bed with sore knees from being all bent into a pretzel trying to fit. What is even more exciting is that Gia slept all the way through the night. She still needed me to fall asleep and since she is sick, I am giving her a pass. Who are we kidding? Even if she wasn’t sick, I would have still helped her.
Could you have said no to this face?
What about you? What is causing chaos in your life or are things pretty calm right now?