I had Wednesday all planned out perfectly — because this is what I do.
7am – Wake up
7:10 – Wake up the wee ones
7:30 – Everyone dressed and ready and downstairs
7:50 – Breakfast done, lunches made, and backpacks packed
8am – Mister Man is out the door on the carpool
8-8:25 – Finish getting Little Miss ready; read some books if we have time
8:25 – Little Miss gets on the bus
8:25-9am – I prepare for the day and get all my materials together and organized
9am – Drive to elementary school to sign paperwork for Mister Man’s language group
9:30 – Sign paperwork and drive to preschool
10-11:40 – PTO meeting
11:40-12pm – Drive to high school
12-2pm – PTO Presidents Council meeting
2-2:30 – Drive to pick up Little Miss from my parents
2:30-2:50 – Drive home with Little Miss
2:50-3 – Unpack backpack, eat snack, and grab coupons
3-3:30 – Drive to Mister Man’s school for pickup
3:30-4:10 – Drop off carpool
4:10-4:40 – Drive to Chuck E Cheese for fundraiser
4:40-6:15 – “Enjoy” fundraiser
6:15-6:40 – Drive home
6:40-7pm – Get wee ones ready for bed and into bed
Phew. From there, it’s the usual nighttime routines of getting ready for the next day, going through email to ensure I have everything done that needs to be done, etc.
7:50am. I receive a phone call from the carpool partner saying that her daughter is sick and that she won’t be going to school. She offers to drive Mister Man to school anyway. I think about it for a nanosecond then decide that it would be somewhat nuts to put Mister Man into a small, enclosed space with a known sick child.
I swoop in and get everyone to hurry, especially Little Miss. I grab as many items for the meetings as I can. Oh, and I grab the fixings for breakfast for myself and stick them in a grocery bag.
We get into the car seven minutes later than I wanted to (remember that time warp in my garage?) and get Mister Man to school two minutes late — but we aren’t the last ones in line to drop off. Phew.
I drive Little Miss to her preschool and make it there just by the skin of my teeth. I walk her in and hang up the signs directing people to the PTO meeting. I let the office staff know that I need to run but will be back.
I head to the elementary school where I still have to sign the paperwork. Note that this is within a mile of Mister Man’s school, but the therapist wasn’t available when I was there earlier in the morning. I also discover that the road between the schools is now under construction (seriously? It was fine twenty minutes earlier!), so I’m five minutes late. But it’s ok.
I turn around and head back to Little Miss’s preschool. I call my treasurer to let her know that I’m running late but will be there as quickly as possible. I leave a message for my secretary and the office staff telling them the same thing.
I’m late for the PTO meeting, but fortunately, I’m not the only one so starting late isn’t a bad thing. Phew.
I head over to the high school. Where the road down to one lane for both directions, which means I wait for seven minutes (yes, I counted) until it’s finally our turn to go. While I’m late, other members are later — including some coming from the opposite direction who live three miles away and needed forty-five minutes to get there. Yikes.
I head home since my parents insisted they’d keep Little Miss until I picked her up for the fundraiser, which happened to be near their house. I stopped at home where I cleaned up the black rice that had spilled all over the floor (did I neglect to mention that I knocked out that container while grabbing breakfast items for myself but didn’t have time to pick it up? No? Oh, and no, I didn’t have time to actually eat my breakfast).
Back on track, at 3pm, I left the house to pick up Mister Man at school. The road that had been clear a half hour earlier on my way home was now down to one lane, and I’m stuck. I’m stuck where I can’t even turn around and try a different way. I sigh and pull out my phone to call the school to tell them that I don’t think I’ll be there by 3:30 at this rate but that I am coming.
We get Mister Man and our preschool buddy into the car, and I cannot for the life of me get the booster seat buckled in. And I find out that Mister Man had a yellow day, which means he doesn’t get to go to the fundraiser.
I call my husband and find out that he will not be home for me to drop off Mister Man. I detour on the way home and drop off Mister Man before handing off our preschool buddy to his home and heading to my parents’ house.
Little Miss and I make it to Chuck E Cheese. And they have dairy free items. And it isn’t the noisy hell that I’ve seen when I’ve been there before (go figure – Saturdays and Sundays are a madhouse, middle of the week is relatively sane).
We have fun. Little Miss has what she describes as a “magical time.” We earn tickets, and we use few tokens. Little Miss loves feeding the tickets into the machine that eats them, and she doesn’t even notice that we can then turn the tickets in for prizes. Am I a bad mom for not pointing it out to her?
We got home, and she went straight to bed, and I finally started catching up on the day.
And then I got the call from the carpool buddy that they won’t be going to school again on Thursday. At some point, I’ll have this down pat, right?