Running Ragged

Crazy busy appears to be the new normal standard at out house.  I feel like I am just barely keeping up and not ever getting ahead.  Only the most serious fires are getting my attention and even then, things that are important to me are getting dropped.  For instance: this blog.

My kids don't have a baby book.  I'm not jotting down milestones anywhere else.  This is it.


I'm resolving to do this more and make time to sit down and write the precious moments DOWN now while I remember.  All too often, I forget.  So, here are two from the last few days.


1.  William overslept this morning.  He has been very tired lately which has led to some more difficult behaviors.  So, I let him sleep in which meant he missed the bus.  He took it well and we got ready without incident.  I drove him to school and I hit the timing perfectly. (side note: I rarely get the timing perfectly.  Especially with 3 kiddos to cart around).  On the way to school, I was mentally congratulating myself and giving myself some 5's for being so awesome.

I pulled up to the drop off loop.  This was my first time dropping him off and I was nervous about getting it right.  I wanted to get him in the correct door, stop in the right place, not hold up the line or otherwise embarrass myself.  I didn't want to look like the newbie.

I stopped at the right place.  I high fived my kid on his way out the door and told him I loved him as I directed him safely around the car.  Just as I started to congratulate myself and get back in the car to drive home, I realized I had shut the sleeve of my fleece jacket in the door of the van at the very top of the sliding door next to the luggage rack.  I shut the sleeve of my fleece at the wrist, so I couldn't move my right hand at all.  It was high enough up I couldn't reach the handle with the right hand and my left hand was positioned in a way I had to reach around awkwardly to open the door to release my jacket.

During this short period of time, the line of cars behind me grew and grew.  Everyone waited patiently while I danced around and tried to free myself.  So much for not looking like the newbie!



2.  (the kids are at home playing with Grandpa and Daddy on a Saturday morning)

William: Hey!  Guess what!  I know a "F" word!
Daddy: Whaaaat? (heart stops)
Grandpa: Well, I don't think that is something .....
William: Felipe!  Felipe!  Isn't that a great F word?
Daddy/Grandpa: Laughing....relieved laughing



3. (at a restaurant on a Sunday morning with Grandpa and Grandma)

William: Hey!  Listen to this joke!
(reads from menu)
Question: Why did the football coach go the the bank?
Answer: To get his quarter back!

(everyone dutifully laughs uproariously)

Amelia looks around and surveys the situation.

Amelia: Hey!
(pretends to read from her menu)
Question: Why did the guy go to the bank?
Answer: To get his penny back!

(Amelia looks around expectantly, everyone humors her with uproarious laughter)