I'm on a roll now. Somebody stop me!
This morning, Dennis left for an early meeting, so I knew I was going to have to man the fort all by myself. Thankfully, he made four sandwiches before he left. I drug my bod out of bed at 5:45 a.m. and got myself ready before I snuck into Annie's (6) room and whispered to her in my cheerfullest voice, "I've got a nice warm bath going for you!"
This is the standard trick that worked like a charm when Libby (now 9) was in kindergarten and was having trouble facing the morning. Instead of the "Thanks, Mom, you are so awesome!" response I was hoping for, she simply rolled over and attempted to go back to sleep. Hrumph.
Not to be daunted by such lack of cooperation, I carried her downstairs to my bathroom, and that's when the wailing began. I guess what works for one doesn't always work for another, and, in fact, can backfire. But I had filled that tub with 15 gallons of water, and, by golly, I was determined for her to use it.
I dumped her in the bathtub, and walked out, only to realize Libby was in my bed. "Don't forget my orthodontist appointment," she said, which is code for "T minus 30-29-28..." She doesn't realize I'm on to her.
I went to the kitchen to get a cup of milk for Annie, and on my way back, Ruthie (3) met me at the bottom of the stairs. "I wet my bed," she whispered pitifully. First time in two months, and wouldn't you know, of course, it would be today, when I'm all alone. I brought the milk to Annie, who was still not enjoying her bath, got her out, and put Ruthie in. Ruthie was much more appreciative of my efforts, and hey, at least I didn't waste the water.
I went up to check on the bed. SOAKED. Her sheets, her blankets, and her pillow (I will have to throw it away). I wrapped that all up and threw it in the laundry room. Will the washer work today? Can't worry about that now.
By the time I got back from the laundry room to check on Ruthie, Annie was wrapped in her towel talking to Libby (who was still lounging on my bed I guess because she was going to the orthodontist and she thought she'd have lots of extra time because she could brush her teeth there?). Okay, so Annie's not doing anything productive, but at least she's not crying.
About this time Neal (12) strolls in and says he's going to finish up his homework. I got busy getting the bath and clothing situation under control, so by the time I made it back to the kitchen, 15 minutes had gone by, and Neal's paper had only one problem finished on it. "I think I'm just going to turn this in for a late grade," he says yawningly. "It's just really hard, and it's going to take me too long."
I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up. This, the guy who wanted to invite SIX boys over yesterday, wants to turn in late work on the FOURTH day of school? I don't think so, buddy. His feeble comment of, "It's only ten points, Mom," only fueled my displeasure. I gave him a little piece of my mind that included loss of friend privileges if he couldn't find it within himself to give it a little effort over the next 45 minutes before he had to leave for school. With or without a shower. Not a happy camper.
I left him (mouth agape) to restage the first-day picture:
Then I was off to walk Annie in to kindergarten (no crying!); come back to take Libby to the orthodontist; read Dora to Ruthie in the waiting room; take Libby back to school; take care of our vacationing neighbor's dog; and then (finally) go to the grocery store. All this by 9:00 a.m.
Time does not permit me to discuss my irritability at the expense of food for a large family, or my love-hate relationship with packaged foods. Some other time, maybe. Let's just say, no one wanted to stand behind me in the checkout line. I consider myself a frugal shopper, but I still spent a whole lot of moolah today, what with adding in $5 for a new pillow and all.
I put on a huge pot of beans for supper, that's how bad I felt. We'll have some rice and cornbread with it. Good Southern comfort food makes everything seem all better.
But now, I'm going to have me some lunch! Tonight is softball practice and kindergarten information night. I need my energy!
PS-Neal finished his homework. Amazing how a little "incentive" works, isn't it?