Chaos
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April Fool’s Day Foolishness
So yesterday was April Fool’s Day, which, if you’re a parent, consists of being told all sorts of nonsense by your kids, followed by the chant, “April Fool’s Day!” about 408, 937 times. (Like I don’t spend enough time being foolish, attempting to keep order in a house of 8 people…) Yesterday was also Saturday, which means that The Captain was at work. So the day began as most Saturdays do, with cereal crunching underfoot & a sink already filled with dishes, despite being emptied only 11 HOURS EARLIER. As I was filling the dishwasher, #6 disappeared into the basement, alone. Now in the past, #6 being alone anywhere in the house…
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When Life Gets Screw-y
This week started out ordinary, so there wasn’t much to tell. But it quickly evolved, as life often does with kids, into an insane example of simple gratitude & why even the best childproofing methods sometimes just aren’t enough. Intrigued? Ok, here we go! Monday began with a dull ache in my lower right jaw. By Wednesday, it was not so much a “dull ache” as a “throbbing pain that makes me want to curl into a fetal ball & cry” sort of feeling. Although I’m meticulous about brushing/flossing, etc, I tend to neglect my regular dental cleanings & treatment. BIG MISTAKE. But here’s the rub: ironically enough, we had…
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It’s Always Something
School’s back- 5 out of 6 kids are in school all day now. I love the summer, but I began to look forward to having the kids back in school so that I could finally catch up on everything that had been neglected while I was busy catching up on something else. I wish I could give you the percentage of how having 5 of 6 kids out of the house has supposedly reduced my workload, but we’ve already addressed my lack of mathematical reasoning of any shape or kind before. (And speaking of school, let me just say, in terms of parenting school-aged children, your own words come back…
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Throwing The Book At Myself
It’s Tuesday morning, and I’ve blown it. I was on a good roll, but then came the inevitable slip. On Monday, schoolbags were properly stocked. Snack and drinks were packed. Any and all permissions slips, tests, etc were signed and deposited into the correct folders. I even managed to get #3 over to the dentist to get his cavity filled, buy him jeans he’s needed since growing like a weed -again- and back to school. I was winning. Along came today. I awoke, and checked my planner first thing. Written among all of the “pay this bill” notations and upcoming “To-Do” tasks was written, “Pack lunch for #3’s field trip”.…
