Becke' and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

 

Asher's expression sums up my day.  You guys are familiar with the book, "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day," right?  Well, that was me today. I never was good at first days in school.  Did I ever tell you about the first day of 9th grade when the dance team did their initiation/hazing and I had to go as a 1970's gal/complete with a beehive hairdo which was in a totally new school and city?  God is hilarious.

 

This morning, I woke up in a jolt.  Took a quick shower.  Begged Sam to wake up.  Fed kids a healthy breakfast.  Asher decided he wanted to eat 5 minutes before I needed to fly out the door to take the kids.  Dropoff was not so bad.

 

I cried myself home.  Upset over Kiley.  Upset over the fact that my youngest is in a huge new school all by himself and that he said his tummy was "excited" which meant he was beyond nervous.  (But he walked in so bravely!)

 

I got home, fed the hungry baby and proceeded to engulf myself in budget and bills and balancing of the checkbook...all the while thinking I am going semi insane and borderline dyslexic.

 

I look at the clock, starving, and realize it is almost noon and I haven't had a single sip of water all day.

 

I call the counselor at one of the schools and have to leave a message about something I think is top priority in which she never returns my call.

 

I leave in what I think is plenty of time to get youngest child and am already twenty cars back and there is still 20 minutes until the bell rings. I finally make my way around to where he is supposed to be and the lady has to take my driver's license cause she does not know me.  I want to sob.  I have to offer identification in order to get the boy I birthed. 

 

I get to where he is, scan the little people everywhere and can't find him.  They say his name over and over.  Nothing.  Sam is nowhere.  He is lost.  I am in a panic.

 

The teacher insists that he is in another line (that he is not supposed to be in...probably a Sam-mishap.) I go to a different line and they can't find him either.  Finally, we track him down and I am putting on the shades in order to hide the tears.

 

Meanwhile, we are very late in getting the other two.  I speed down the busiest street in our city and realize the line is so backed up that I am going to be late.  Very late.  As in, I was 40 minutes late in grabbing the other two.  (How do you guys do it???)

 

We head home, the boys full of happy stories and me trying not to kill us all in the insane traffic. Asher and I were in the car for an hour and twenty minutes to get three kids that are not more than two miles away.

 

We get in the garage and I punch the door down cause I want no more of THAT OUT THERE EVER AGAIN!!!

 

The hooligans that I love start throwing paper after paper my way that has to be signed in blood or signed in check, or both.

 

Cade tells me he has homework that he does not understand and that all the other kids know how to type. 

 

Sam tells me I need to order Nutrisystem.

 

Eli senses the tornado in my head and stays far far away.

 

Asher wants to be held which is hard to do while I sign my life away.

 

Oh, and all without the help of my sweet husband due to his work.  (God bless him for working hard for us...)

 

Now I am a hot sweaty mess who is making herself reek from the stench.

 

Good night all.  Here's to God's fresh mercy.  I'll take a double dose at 6 am, thanks.