Yesterday had all the potential in the world of being one of those days where everything went right. I could have been the hero that my children looked at with admiration at the end of the day. One that they would look back on and say, “That was a great memory”. It started a little shaky when Gia woke up at 5:30am and wanted to go downstairs and eat at 6:00. That is really early for Gia (and me). Gia and Tommy were the only ones going to school at the normal time so I went about making lunches and getting everybody up and showered. Nico and Isabella had an orthodontist appointment.
Immediately, Belle started in with a stomach ache. Nico complained that he didn’t feel good and that his throat was killing him. Just once, I’d love to wake up, have the kids jump out of bed, get themselves ready and not complain about some ache or pain. I think I have a better chance of Gia reading War and Peace right now at age 3 than that ever happening.
Everyone got to school on time and we got to the ortho early. While waiting for the kids to be called back, Nico saw on Twitter that the high school had another fire happen (it turned out to be an experiment that generated a lot of smoke causing the alarms to go off). The last time which was on his birthday, the day was a wash and he was mad that I didn’t excuse him. He kept checking to see what was going on and when he said that everyone was on the football field, I made the mistake of saying, “Maybe we should go get your permit instead of having you miss another day” so I am sure that all thoughts of returning to school flew out the window.
It turns out that Isabella doesn’t need braces at the moment. I love our orthodontist. I love that he is the most trustworthy dentist that I have ever encountered. I never get the feeling that he does things just because he can. I feel like he really looks at each kid and thoughtfully thinks about how he can help or whether he can help. Sometimes it is yes and sometimes it is no. For both Tommy and Belle, he says to wait and he thinks some of the issues will work their way out. I love that he could have made $10,000 and instead saved me that money. I am pretty sure Belle will end up needing them but she doesn’t right now. Yay! The day was off to a great start!
You would think that Belle would feel better after she found out she didn’t need braces but she worked herself up in such a state of anxiety that her stomach still hurt and then her head hurt from having to keep her mouth open for so long. It didn’t make sense to me to bring her back to school, only to have her call me to come get her when I had to get Tommy at 2 for his doctor’s appointment (yes, all the appointments on the one day a week when I can do what I want because Gia is in school).
We decided to take Nico for his permit which had me really nervous because it is about a half hour away and we all know how crazy the DMV can be and I needed to pick Gia up around 1:15. We got there to see a HUGE line out the door. I looked at Nico and said, “Forget it.” He claimed the line was moving fast so we stood there for about five minutes before someone graciously told us we were in the wrong line. From that point on, it went pretty fast. He passed and got his permit so see, should be a great day. One for the books.
It was all downhill from there.
We had plenty of time to get some lunch so we celebrated at a Mexican restaurant that I really like near Gia’s school. I don’t know if we were wearing an invisibility cloak or gave off the vibe that we had all afternoon but it took forever for our waiter to do anything. Oh, and in case you are wondering, going for Mexican food with a kid that already had a stomach ache is probably license to hear complaining for the rest of the afternoon. We made it just in time to get Gia. She was thrilled to see Nico and Belle. It was cute because she can be pretty mean to Nico so to see her rush into his arms made my heart squeeze a little.
We got home with about 15 minutes to spare before we had to get Tommy so I let Nico drive around the block. He did fine but I can already see myself being annoying with “Brake…okay…brake…brake” and I am hoping I hid that I felt like throwing up the whole time.
I left to get Tommy from school with Gia and Belle. My sister, LeeAnna, was meeting me at the doctor’s office because she lives over there and was going to watch the girls. I called the school earlier to tell them that I was picking Tommy up at 2. I went in and they called him again. I had to run back out to the car because I left the girls in it while I ran to get him. And then I waited and waited. I ran back in the school and still no Tommy. He was called down again and they said he was on his way. And then I saw my son, my lovely son, sauntering as slow as could be down the hall. I was like a crazy person motioning for him to hurry up with what I am sure was a mean, crazy lady face.
And off we went to the office that was FAR. Catching every stop light and getting stuck in construction. Gia thankfully fell asleep. I made pretty good time and was only 10 minutes late. The funniest part of the whole thing was I jumped out of my car yelling to my sister that I didn’t care if she waited or left or did whatever. She looked stunned as Tommy and I ran into the office. I texted her to just leave my keys in the car if she took the girls. She texted back that she was going to her house and the keys were in Gia’s seat. We made plans for me to pick up the girls after 6:30 when I picked Nico up from Driver’s Ed. And then…
We waited…and waited…and waited. It became clear to me in a moment of panic that I wasn’t going to make it back in time to get Nico to Driver’s Ed. I texted a friend whose son is also in the class and she said if Nico could get a ride to her house, her neighbor would take him. I texted a bunch of friends and with everyone’s schedule as crazy as mine, no one was around or was around after I told him to start walking or ride a bike. One friend even offered to call her older son to see if he was around.
My friend, Kim texted that she could take him so I called him and did he answer? No, he did not. He called me right back, aggravated because he was on his bike. I called Kim back and said nevermind, he was on his bike. Nico called me back not even two minutes later and said that the bike broke and that he was at CVS. He might have muttered a bunch of curse words and I can’t even say anything because he gets that from me and I was muttering the same because someone tell me what are the odds of that? I called Kim back and asked if she could please go get him and told her to just leave the bike. I don’t care about the damn bike.
She texts me: CVS?
I text back: That’s what he said but who knows with him. I’ll double-check.
She texts: Are you sure not Walgreens?
I call Nico. He doesn’t answer. I am sweating. The doctor comes in and says Tommy doesn’t look great and he wants to scope him. He sprayed numbing spray and said, “We’ll look in a few minutes.” I call Kim and she said she had Nico and they have no idea whose bike it is that he grabbed. We have a bunch in our garage from kids who left them there. Leave it to Nico to grab one that wasn’t his. He said he did because since it wasn’t, it wouldn’t be a big deal to leave it at his friend’s. Teen logic.
Nico calls me panicked because he just realized he needed his folder for class. Where is his folder? In my car all the way in Geneva. Where is he? Wheaton. I tell him that I’m sorry but there isn’t anything I can do other than drop it off when I get done.
The doctor scoped Tommy and the polyps in his sinuses are bad and he needs surgery. I tell him that Nico, who was supposed to have an appointment but had Driver’s Ed, has the same issues. He said when I schedule Tommy’s surgery, to just go ahead and schedule Nico and we can do it the same day. He wants to see Nico, of course but is pretty sure he’ll need it. Great. Nico called me one more time and I swear this is what he said:
Nico: Where are you??
Me: I am still at the doctor with Tommy.
Nico: What are you still doing there??
Me: You and Tommy both need surgery.
Nico: I get that but why in the heck are you still there?? I need my folder. When are you leaving??
Me: When I’m done here.
I hung up. He began rapid-fire texting me that he had a test and needed his notes and his instructor was being a jerk and making him write a paper about why it is important to come prepared to class and whether he is taking it seriously. The last text was “I’m for sure going to fail. Thanks a lot.”
I picked up the girls from my sister’s so that I wouldn’t have to drive out to St. Charles later and raced back to Wheaton trying to get his folder to him. Tommy texted him that we were almost there and he texted back: Too late. I brought it anyway, went to Target because I had to (I really wanted Pina Colada mix with the alcohol already in it but they didn’t have it) and went home and ordered a big, deep dish LouMalnati’s pizza.
He came home not feeling well but passed his test. Oh, and fought me on whether he needs surgery or not.
So instead of being Super Mommy, I must have misplaced my cape. I take comfort in that I am still the reigning queen of chaos, though.
Did I mention that Leo has been gone since Monday on a business trip?
Did this post feel like it went on forever? Because that is EXACTLY how it felt going through it yesterday.
And how has your week been?