All of our weeks are busy. But this one is taking the cake - (literally, there are two cakes to be made…) In the space of seven days, I am supposed to work full time, plan and organize two birthday parties, hold parent-teacher conferences, attend a two-day volleyball tournament, host an extra-credit after-school activity for my students, and get ready for a spring-break trip out of town. Seems doable, right? Oh! And also parent six kids.
Bill and I were having a “calendar meeting.” You know, where I get the planner and a notepad and he gets… a grumpy look on his face? Wine helps. (Not him – he’s still grumpy, but the wine helps me not notice.)
We were outlining who would do which pick up, drop off and parent-teacher meeting. (See, I’m required to be the teacher most of the time, but occasionally I get to be the parent! One really weird time last year, I was both for Sam.) The calendar meeting was going fairly smoothly until Bill reminded me that he had a business trip and would be gone for four days. Ok. I can work with this. I’m sure I can handle this on my own. Except for the part where I have to be in six places at the same time. But no worries, that only happens four times this week. [*Pours another glass of wine.]
A few hours later, I was feeling confident that I could handle the demands of the week on my own, and was finished making my 10,000 to-do lists so that I wouldn’t forget to buy poster board for Sam’s history project, make an artist palette and veterinarian badge for the girls’ career day at school, and buy milk and cake mix.
Then the news came on, predicting the biggest storm of the year to hit on Tuesday afternoon…and continue through Wednesday night. Um… hmmm… Ok. I can live through this too. If it is really so bad that I can’t drive over the snow in the driveway, then school will be closed and I can just stay home, right? Maybe then I’ll even get a blog post written. Forget the wine. I’m moving on to rum.
Then the doctor called.
Could we please bring Gabby down to Sioux Falls for the day? On Monday. He’s sure we’ll be out of there by 6pm…meaning we just have to figure out what to do with the other five kids for an entire day, in a different city.
Help! I need somebody! Not just anybody…
Forget the wine and the rum. I’m calling Grandma.
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