What would Karen Walker do?
So, hidden behind the Lilly that was worn yesterday, was a day of fiascoes and frustrations.
Yesterday was the last day of school. I arrived in plenty of time to take some shots of children going through the front door. I was asked to this for a possible add to go into local papers. When that was done I had to scramble around to locate the children who had yet to sign the thank you cards for the preschool teachers. The PreK-4 Graduation Ceremony was at 9:00. The final assembly and closing ceremonies were at 10:30. I gave Alexander the option to sit with me or with his class. Naturally he wanted to stay with me. He was a BEAST and I do mean BEAST. He would not sit still and would not be quiet. I did my best to follow the awards that were being handed out and listen to what was being said. But Alexander was misbehaving and distracting and I was mortified. Finally the assembly was over and the kids were left in my care. Ack! Now what?
We got home and I had not one but three beasts all arguing and whining. I hopped onto the computer and changed my FB satus to:
kids beasts brats. I offered $10 to Rebecca to watch the boys for an hour and a half. At first she was agreeable and then she came storming down from the playroom telling me that she was not going to, not going to, NOT GOING to stay home with her brothers. Great. And no way on earth I was dragging these three beasts to a doctor's office. Luckily I got a phone call telling me that their father would be home in time to watch The Beasts.
I left the house at 3:15 sharp. How pathetic is it that I am happy to go to the doctor's, any place for that matter, so I can be away from the kids. Seriously pathetic since I had only had them in my care for 3 hours and I couldn't even manage that. Man oh man it's gonna be a long summer!
I brought some of La Jolie Grandmere's writings with me to read while I waited. She had a rough draft for a cookbook filled with incomplete recipes, wonderful illustrations and two possible titles, Cabbages and Things and Cabbages and Kings. I lost all concept of time, as I was engrossed in my reading, until I was finally called in... nearly an hour and a half later... shit!
I called home to tell Becca and husband picked up the phone all annoyed saying it was inexcusable and such. I had to look at the other side. What if I was a patient that needed a little extra time? I would hope the doctor would not rush me out the door, right? So I was annoyed that he was annoyed and in a foul mood.
I left the room, located a nurse and told her hat I was going to have to reschedule. The doctor was standing right there with her, filling out some sort of report on the computer. Of course I was like, fill out the report later dude... but I didn't say that. They both apologized profusely for delay and so I got my appointment rescheduled for today, 4pm which is pushing it since I have a 6pm therapy appointment a couple of towns away. Already betting that one of those appointments is going to have to get rescheduled.
I raced home to get Becca so that we could attend the 8th Grade Graduation at school. I had no time to change, as I would have liked to have done -- at least freshened up some -- but we got there on time.
This morning hasn't been much better. We left to pick up Rebecca's friend Grace and ran a couple of errands. I ran quickly into the bank then to the bakery to get some fresh, sliced challah bread for the banana Nutella paninis I was going to make the kids as a lunchtime treat. Next thing I know Alexander decides to get out of his car seat and walks into the store. He was under strict orders to stay in the car with the older kids.
From there I had one more stop. To Trader Joe's to get some bananas for the banana Nutella paninis. The entire way Rebecca kept asking if we needed Nutella. I kept telling her that we didn't, I bought a new jar not too long ago. Again in the store she asked if I should pick up some Nutella. Once again I told her no, we had plenty at home. The youngest boy, meanwhile, is acting like a terror and I am horrified. I keep pulling him over to discipline him but it is not working. Why are children no longer fearful of their parents anymore? Fear is a good thing, I tell you! Ugh...
Back to the car and back to the house. I put the groceries away and leave out what I need for the sandwiches. I reach in to the cabinet and the entire container of Nutella is empty. Empty! Gone! I used it once! A Certain Someone must have been sneaking some... otherwise why would the Certain Someone have asked me over and over and over again if we had enough Nutella? AND had I been the one to have used it up I would have tossed the empty container. Only children leave empty containers in cabinets and shelves. I am not going back out... I am thoroughly annoyed.
My kids have been on vacation for 24 hours. It's going to be a verrry long summer... verrry long indeed.
So, what do you think Karen Walker would do if she was in my situation?
Yesterday was the last day of school. I arrived in plenty of time to take some shots of children going through the front door. I was asked to this for a possible add to go into local papers. When that was done I had to scramble around to locate the children who had yet to sign the thank you cards for the preschool teachers. The PreK-4 Graduation Ceremony was at 9:00. The final assembly and closing ceremonies were at 10:30. I gave Alexander the option to sit with me or with his class. Naturally he wanted to stay with me. He was a BEAST and I do mean BEAST. He would not sit still and would not be quiet. I did my best to follow the awards that were being handed out and listen to what was being said. But Alexander was misbehaving and distracting and I was mortified. Finally the assembly was over and the kids were left in my care. Ack! Now what?
We got home and I had not one but three beasts all arguing and whining. I hopped onto the computer and changed my FB satus to:
Kids Are Out For The Summer... Now What The @^#% Do I Do With Them? (Should this be a fan page? LOL)
We were supposed to go to a third grade class party at the beach after school but since no one really wanted to go and we would only be able to stay for a limited time and then rush home and change as I had to rush out the door to see my orthopedic doctor. I had no sitters lined up or available. I had no idea what to do with theI left the house at 3:15 sharp. How pathetic is it that I am happy to go to the doctor's, any place for that matter, so I can be away from the kids. Seriously pathetic since I had only had them in my care for 3 hours and I couldn't even manage that. Man oh man it's gonna be a long summer!
I brought some of La Jolie Grandmere's writings with me to read while I waited. She had a rough draft for a cookbook filled with incomplete recipes, wonderful illustrations and two possible titles, Cabbages and Things and Cabbages and Kings. I lost all concept of time, as I was engrossed in my reading, until I was finally called in... nearly an hour and a half later... shit!
I called home to tell Becca and husband picked up the phone all annoyed saying it was inexcusable and such. I had to look at the other side. What if I was a patient that needed a little extra time? I would hope the doctor would not rush me out the door, right? So I was annoyed that he was annoyed and in a foul mood.
I left the room, located a nurse and told her hat I was going to have to reschedule. The doctor was standing right there with her, filling out some sort of report on the computer. Of course I was like, fill out the report later dude... but I didn't say that. They both apologized profusely for delay and so I got my appointment rescheduled for today, 4pm which is pushing it since I have a 6pm therapy appointment a couple of towns away. Already betting that one of those appointments is going to have to get rescheduled.
I raced home to get Becca so that we could attend the 8th Grade Graduation at school. I had no time to change, as I would have liked to have done -- at least freshened up some -- but we got there on time.
This morning hasn't been much better. We left to pick up Rebecca's friend Grace and ran a couple of errands. I ran quickly into the bank then to the bakery to get some fresh, sliced challah bread for the banana Nutella paninis I was going to make the kids as a lunchtime treat. Next thing I know Alexander decides to get out of his car seat and walks into the store. He was under strict orders to stay in the car with the older kids.
From there I had one more stop. To Trader Joe's to get some bananas for the banana Nutella paninis. The entire way Rebecca kept asking if we needed Nutella. I kept telling her that we didn't, I bought a new jar not too long ago. Again in the store she asked if I should pick up some Nutella. Once again I told her no, we had plenty at home. The youngest boy, meanwhile, is acting like a terror and I am horrified. I keep pulling him over to discipline him but it is not working. Why are children no longer fearful of their parents anymore? Fear is a good thing, I tell you! Ugh...
Back to the car and back to the house. I put the groceries away and leave out what I need for the sandwiches. I reach in to the cabinet and the entire container of Nutella is empty. Empty! Gone! I used it once! A Certain Someone must have been sneaking some... otherwise why would the Certain Someone have asked me over and over and over again if we had enough Nutella? AND had I been the one to have used it up I would have tossed the empty container. Only children leave empty containers in cabinets and shelves. I am not going back out... I am thoroughly annoyed.
My kids have been on vacation for 24 hours. It's going to be a verrry long summer... verrry long indeed.
So, what do you think Karen Walker would do if she was in my situation?