This morning Annie (6) completely fell apart before school. And this time Dennis told Libby (9) to please wait outside because her constant T minus 10-9-8, etc. had us all a little stressed. (Yes, we love her and appreciate her keeping us aware of the time, but sheesh, we haven't been late to school. EVER.) Amid the crying (at least Ruthie (3) slept through it this time), Dennis and I had a little discussion behind closed doors, trying to decide if this was truly defiant behavior, or if Annie just needs an extra dose of grace to get used to school. We decided on the latter, which is a bummer, because it seems like we lost some little battles, such as when I brushed her teeth for her because she was paralyzed from crying. But we won the main battle, which was that her crying did not get her out of going to school.
And judging by the chipper way she skipped home from school today, things went quite well once she got there. Sorry, STILL no photos!
The washing machine repairman came this morning, and of course, the machine worked perfectly for him. He's going to fix a valve or something just to make it worth the trip charge (of course he has to order the part and won't be back till Friday, unless the part is delayed, in which case it will be TUESDAY because of the holiday). I hurried and put in a couple of loads before it decides to quit again.
Meanwhile, yesterday, at the first day of volleyball tryouts, Allie (14) tripped and rolled her ankle. She complained about it all evening, but (because I am an old ICU nurse and it was obvious she was breathing and had a heartbeat), I gave her some ice and ibuprofen
As I was dropping Allie off, Neal (12) called and asked if six boys could come home with him from school. I am not kidding. I mentally inventoried my remaining nerve supply as well as our Ramen Noodle supply (the cheap staple hunger-buster for ravenous middle school drop-ins) and told him, "How about two." He reluctantly agreed, since I generously offered to drive them the two blocks home in the 95 degree heat. They are upstairs playing Mario Cart, lifting weights and otherwise staying quiet, so I'm good. They'll be down soon for Ramen.
Ruthie was a trooper, walking all over the hospital with us, fueled only by some candy corn and a fruit smoothie from the cafeteria. For all her toddler issues, man, I love that girl.
Ah, here come the boys, and I hear Ramen packages rustling. Must go for now.
Maybe I'll get a chance to think tomorrow.