Manic Monday

It was a rather windy day today. After school I tried to be a "fun mom" and took the kids to the playground for a few minutes. It was pretty chilly for the baby who was tucked behind me in the carrier with his plaid lumberjack hat, so I give the kids their two minute warning and gear up to head home for cookies and hot chocolate. No body wants to leave and I end up dragging Joe hand in hand most of the way to the van as he "limp noodles", enduring sass from my girl and shouting at Hyrum to stay put until I can get to him so that we can all cross the road together. After we reach the van I inform everyone that we will NEVER go to the park again after school (even though that's probably not true) and then I drive home through tears feeling like the worst mamma in the whole world.

We all make it home, I collect myself and dish out the afterschool snack and listen to Camilla tell us all about her day at school and then we head to the basement to play together.

 

It's close to dinner time when I get a text from Mr. Stannix that he is running late. I shrug it off and force my best smile and while children cry and climb all over me I text back...

Me: No prob. Camilla just had a breakdown and said she doesn't want to go to school again. Hyrum has a goose egg an inch off his head from running into the wall downstairs, and Joe won't stop spitting at me and squirting Finley's bottle all over.

Mr Stannix: Wow, sounds like a Manic Monday.