A descent into chaos...
Chaos can hit at any moment. You think you have things under control, and then BAM!!!!! It's over. All of your precious planning is destroyed. Yesterday, I was cruising along, doing laundry, teaching some math like a Jedi Master (they didn't just teach light saber tactics, you know). I had dinner in the crockpot. What could go wrong? I'll tell you what could go wrong. BBE started getting into everything. My lack of sleep from the previous night would NOT be denied, and the clock wouldn't stop when I asked it to. My attempt at a 30 minute nap was sabotaged by Miss Firecracker and BBE's continual ups and downs on the couch. They both just had to lay down with mommy. In the exact same spot. At the same time. It was sweet, really. And annoying. I finally gave up and did a few other things. Only, I didn't do the ONE thing I had to do which was start the rice for dinner. My family does not understand a meal without carbs of some kind, so this is a major faux pas on my part.
I'll skip ahead...Mr. Inc doesn't want to eat at home anyway, and we're supposed to be at our small group by 6:30 so we go to Jersey Mikes. They at least have free kids night on Wednesday. Kids aren't happy about sandwiches for lunch and dinner so I promise them I'll make chicken pot pie for lunch (STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID!!!!!)
And now today...you see, yesterday's complete breakdown has flowed right into Thursday. It's 12:07 and I finally finished Miss Firecracker's math lesson. We did it twice because BBE suddenly wanted to "do school," and I thought, "How could it hurt?" It hurt. A lot. The end result was my poor little first grader had no idea what I was talking about, but she was trying soooo hard! BBE got sent to his room and Mr. Logical was commanded to KEEP HIM AWAY! We did the math lesson again, and then I had to make lunch. Why oh why did I promise to make them something that required work?
This is the point where I'm realizing I should have kept my mouth shut last night as I start to make chicken pot pie from scratch. I'll eat out every day of the week, but I won't buy anything prepared because it's unhealthy. Yes, even I see the irony of that sentence. Meanwhile, BBE has stripped to his diaper and wants to eat crackers and dip them in peanut butter. He has a thing about dipping. Miss. Firecracker is talking loudly (that's all she knows how to do) to me about some math question she doesn't understand, and Mr. Logical is making weird boy battle noises while fighting an imaginary war in the living room.
And THIS is the point when I sent everyone away to keep the little guy occupied, happy, and out of the kitchen. No asking for snacks, no math questions, no weird boy noises. Just me making a lunch that I should have never promised to make, but I know they'll love so it still makes me happy. Since this is a time intensive meal to make, I decided to use my 30 minutes of quiet by writing out the main events of the last 24 hours.
My purpose in sharing such a disjointed day is two-fold. First, I can re-evaluate where I went wrong (forgetting to finish dinner, opening my BIG mouth and promising to spend an hour on lunch, thinking it was ever a good idea to let a 2 yr old help with a math lesson). Second, it just makes me laugh to see it all at once. One big chaotic mess.
Tada!!! The end. I even proofread this post once!!! If you know anything about proofreading, you know that's not nearly enough to catch everything. Expect a few run-ons, misplaced commas, or missing words. =)
I'll skip ahead...Mr. Inc doesn't want to eat at home anyway, and we're supposed to be at our small group by 6:30 so we go to Jersey Mikes. They at least have free kids night on Wednesday. Kids aren't happy about sandwiches for lunch and dinner so I promise them I'll make chicken pot pie for lunch (STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID!!!!!)
And now today...you see, yesterday's complete breakdown has flowed right into Thursday. It's 12:07 and I finally finished Miss Firecracker's math lesson. We did it twice because BBE suddenly wanted to "do school," and I thought, "How could it hurt?" It hurt. A lot. The end result was my poor little first grader had no idea what I was talking about, but she was trying soooo hard! BBE got sent to his room and Mr. Logical was commanded to KEEP HIM AWAY! We did the math lesson again, and then I had to make lunch. Why oh why did I promise to make them something that required work?
This is the point where I'm realizing I should have kept my mouth shut last night as I start to make chicken pot pie from scratch. I'll eat out every day of the week, but I won't buy anything prepared because it's unhealthy. Yes, even I see the irony of that sentence. Meanwhile, BBE has stripped to his diaper and wants to eat crackers and dip them in peanut butter. He has a thing about dipping. Miss. Firecracker is talking loudly (that's all she knows how to do) to me about some math question she doesn't understand, and Mr. Logical is making weird boy battle noises while fighting an imaginary war in the living room.
And THIS is the point when I sent everyone away to keep the little guy occupied, happy, and out of the kitchen. No asking for snacks, no math questions, no weird boy noises. Just me making a lunch that I should have never promised to make, but I know they'll love so it still makes me happy. Since this is a time intensive meal to make, I decided to use my 30 minutes of quiet by writing out the main events of the last 24 hours.
My purpose in sharing such a disjointed day is two-fold. First, I can re-evaluate where I went wrong (forgetting to finish dinner, opening my BIG mouth and promising to spend an hour on lunch, thinking it was ever a good idea to let a 2 yr old help with a math lesson). Second, it just makes me laugh to see it all at once. One big chaotic mess.
Tada!!! The end. I even proofread this post once!!! If you know anything about proofreading, you know that's not nearly enough to catch everything. Expect a few run-ons, misplaced commas, or missing words. =)
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