I slept through my alarm. Made a mad dash to pick up the work out buddy and head for the pool Ready to jump in the water and the swim cap and goggles are missing from my bag. ugg Borrowed some from the lady at the front desk. old crappy goggles put em on my head and the strap broke. Whatever..made it work finished the swim. Arrived home to get kiddos off to school. 7:30 txt from client they are completely out of gloves and why hasn't their order arrived? ps if you are a Dentist out of gloves these days that is a bad deal. Lucky me Indy was two steps ahead of me had the lunches made, we put together a colonial costume for Master and then tried repeatedly to get Sport moving. Sleepy sport missed the bus so I drove car pool and then came back for Sport. At this point I am fine but I want to go back to bed. Who wants to go back to bed at 9:30am ME ME ME. Showered. Side-note about showers. I got a phone call from the City the other day. Turns out we are using WAY to much water; to the point the meter maid thinks I have a leak at my house. Little does the meter maid know I have a Downs child with a poop issue that bathes 1-4 times a day AND I let two showers run completely at full blast to entertain my two youngest children while I do my hair. Now that I am conscious of my water usage I showered but didn't get my hair done. Thursdays are my volunteer day at the school. My neighbor called to say she couldn't watch the kids while I volunteered. Serious bummer. I hate flaking on the teachers, and Master and Princess like it when I come (i think). Found two other good souls to help me out and I was back on schedule despite my Nanny McPhie hair. Volunteering went great; then headed for my committee meeting about raising money for sidewalks. This would be a WHOLE separate post but the readers digest version is between School district and the City they won't pay for sidewalks for our kids to get safely to school. The meeting went from bad to worse because all of our great fund raising ideas were shot down by the school. Snagged the kids from school to arrive home to a grumpy Indy because Bubba refused to take a nap. Which meant Indy got ZERO work done while I was off trying to build sidewalks. Thursdays after school are a bit nuts. Princess goes to dance. Master goes to conditioning. Sport goes to Karate (completely missed it because I was on a work call - guilty guilty) Master then goes to soccer. 6:00 I'm home with grumpy Bubba and stubborn Sport. I whip out dinner and they both refuse to eat it. Little shits. I can't reach Indy to know if he is going to pick up Princess so now I have to load up and go get her. I know this sounds easy but getting Sport and Bubba in the car when they don't want to...let's just say I would prefer to have my teeth pulled WITHOUT novacaine. You have to remember Sport is 9 and getting bigger and it's a total body effort to get him to do something he doesn't want to do. 15 minutes late I arrive to pick up Princess. She hears one of her teachers (my friend from HS) saying she is taking her kids to the park. I SO do NOT want to go to the park. Princess begs so in the effort to be a 'good mom' we go. Bubba has no shoes. His diaper is sagging so far I think it is hitting his ankles. 20 minutes I can do this for 20 minutes. About ten minutes in I'm intently watching Bubba because he has 'no fear' and thinks he can climb anything and realize I can't find Sport. I start calling for him and he is no where, check the car, nope. We are at a school and there is another play structure at the opposite side of the field. Leave my kids with HS friend and run screaming Sports name to the other play-ground. Found him. Ready to kill him. And he has wet his pants. Now I haven't blogged about potty training him. But it's been HELL like you think you've got it bad, but until you've tried to potty train a Downs child with no colon do not even talk to me. 'Sport it's time to go' "NO" and he refuses to move. I am literally dragging him to the point I am worried I might pull his arm out of his socket. He starts screaming NO NO NO repeatedly and I get the serious low angry mom voice going; which basically means my hulk side is simmering waiting to come out. I get him in the car. I load Bubba and Princess Pie in the car. Drive two feet and realize Sport has climbed out of his seat belt in to the back of the car. I asked him somewhat nice to get back in his seat and put his belt on. "NO" At this point the veins in my neck are bulging. Slam on the breaks, jump out of the car, screaming that if you don't get your sealt belt on I am going to beat the hell out of you. I jump in the back seat grab him and put him back in the booster with the belt on. Little did I realize my friend is still standing within ear-shot. Ok the whole park was within ear-shot. She says, 'don't worry you're still a good mom'. I half smile and jump back in the drivers seat. Put the car in drive, CLICK. Sport is out of his seat again. SLAM the door, SPANK, (hard spank) TEARS (his not mine). Drive home thinking motherhood is the dumbest idea ever. I put Bubba in bed and then he screams the whole time we are doing Sport's enema. Finished Sports enema, snuggled Bubba for two seconds, and put him back in bed with a movie. Yep I plugged in the portable DVD instead of rocking him to sleep. I know I suck. I took a double dose of cough medicine not because I have a cough but because I have nose dripping allergies and I want to sleep people I just really want to sleep. And vent; thanks I feel better now.
Night night.
