Sadly typical. Except maybe add six to eight neighborhood kids to the mix to make it truly authentic…
The kids get home from school to find me in the kitchen trying to put together a new recipe for dinner. I’m trying to get it done early because we have piano lessons that night and dinner is always crazy because of it. I’m also on the phone trying to figure out a make-up tennis class for Max and whether or not someone else can drive him so I don’t have to haul everyone in the car to drop him off in the middle of the commotion that’s building. So Elle starts begging me to help her print out some pictures of elephants for her report that’s due the next day that she’s been talking about incessantly. Seriously, I’m so sick of hearing about elephants…love the things, but I’ve had enough of them for one week! So I try to help her but the printer’s broken. I try to figure out what’s wrong with it while my sauce for dinner is burning, and Gracie’s begging me to help her take out her earrings so she can change them. And Claire’s still crying from earlier because I let her and her friend sit on the rocks by the pool and Gracie turned on the ice cold waterfall so their bums got wet. Then Claire’s friend gets picked up and Claire starts to howl even louder because she’s dying that her friend can’t stay longer (she’s our biggest drama queen these days). All the while Lucy is crawling around and trying to get me to pick her up with snot dripping off her nose and an extremely full diaper. And then Elle reminds me again that her report is due the next day and she really needs to print her pictures. Then Max starts stomping around because he’s mad as can be that I’m making him practice the piano before he goes to tennis, and apparently he is starving to death and just has to have a snack. Then I get a call that he does have a ride to tennis (bless good friend’s hearts), but then he can’t find his racket. And Grace comes up and begs me to change her earrings again, so I do, then she begs to have a friend over. By this time it’s too late for friends since we’re having dinner early so she turns all pouty and Elle reminds me we need to find some rings for her darn elephant flip chart. At this point I’m about to cry. How in the world can I be there for everyone at the same time? And how in the world am I going to get this kitchen back in shape before the piano teacher arrives…it looks like a hurricane just hit with all my stuff out for making dinner and all the kids’ backpacks and papers strewn all over the place?
This is all after I had taken Claire and Lucy in for hearing checks, and Claire failed hers in both ears and Lucy was completely uncooperative so I have to drive all the way over there again in two weeks and wait in line all over again with dozens of developmentally delayed kids who make me worry even more about Lucy’s development. And what do I do about a child who fails her hearing test? The last time I took her to the doctor about it they prescribed antibiotics even with no sign of ear infection. I don’t like that, so now I have to figure out if the insurance will cover an ENT doctor and whether or not I need a referral which means more hours on the phone on hold…..
Such is life. But I still wouldn’t trade it.