And the year before, and the year before....

Everyone has those days where they wish they had stayed in bed. I had one on Friday. Now I’m not one to brag but if you can top the unluckiness of this story I’m about to tell, then you deserve an award. Also, if you can top it please tell! It may make me feel better to know I’m not alone. So here it goes…

6:13am: I tell my older girls goodbye and they get in the car with their dad and head off to the bus stop down the street. The bus always picks them up by 6:19 every morning. I proceed to take a shower and start my morning process of prying my eyes open and making myself appear less zombie-like and more pre-k appropriate while screaming at Maizy and trying to get her to understand that if she does not attend school daily I will eventually go to jail.

6:30am: I get a phone call from Zach and he says that the bus still has not shown up to get our children and he needs to leave the bus stop to go to work. Now, I know what you are thinking, “why are your 15 year old children not capable of waiting at the bus stop alone?” Well, because I have watched way too much Dateline and 20/20 over the years and I don’t care what anyone says I’m not leaving them alone on the corner in the dark to wait for the bus everyday. *Rant over* SO, I tell Zach to go ahead and leave and I jump in the car (still in my pj’s) and drive down to the corner. I call the bus department and they apologize and say that there is a substitute driver today and he is running about 15 minutes late. Ok. I get it. Bus drivers can be sick too. So we wait.

6:45am: Substitute bus driver has still not shown up. Kenna is panicking and I am calculating how late I am going to be for work if I sit here waiting any longer. I call my dad. He agrees to come take the girls to school. Thank God for parents who live 2 minutes away and are used to getting random phone calls needing immediate assistance. I tell the girls to get in the car and we drive back home to wait for Papa.

6:47am: As I pull into the garage I run over something kind of big. Immediately Kenna starts having a nervous breakdown certain that I just ran over her cat. I sit there for a minute not wanting to back up in case she is right. I send up a quick prayer and back out again. Luckily it was just a huge yoga ball that had fallen. After that fun heart attack we go inside to wait for my dad thankful to avoid a cat funeral later in the day.

7:00am: Now this is the time when Maizy and I would normally leave the house to head to school, but I needed a little more time since the whole bus fiasco. I told Maizy to go make her own lunch since I wasn’t going to have time. I barely got my hair dried and opted to do my makeup at the red lights along my work route. Maizy shockingly made a sandwich and we jumped in the car now 15 minutes later than we should have.

7:37am: I arrive at work 7 minutes past my clock in time and reach in the backseat to discover that Maizy’s lunchbox is still sitting there. I head up to the door while digging through my bag looking for my badge so I can get into work only to realize that I forgot my badge at home as well as my own lunch. I text a more responsible friend to let me into work and I call my mom who is on her way to drop off Maizy at school. I inform her that Maizy doesn’t have a lunch and she assures me that she will take care of it. Once again, my parents are used to this.

7:39: The doors at school open at 7:50 and I knew I had to dress up in our school’s panda mascot suit for arrival duty since today is our carnival and I had to hold a sign advertising it. I jump into the panda suit thankfully since I only had a chance to mascara one eye in the car on the way and to add to my morning I get to stand on the curb shaking my panda tail for the next 30 minutes.

11:15am: A good friend of mine brings me lunch in exchange for my soul (or at least she acted that way). LOL. My dad takes Maizy lunch and all is well in the world.

3:15pm: I remember that after our school carnival tonight I have to go straight to a high school football game but I need my name badge to get in. I call Zach and he agrees to bring it to me later after a long lecture on “getting my life together.”

3:35pm: My dad shows up at my work with Maizy and her friend who is spending the night with us tonight. They have to hang out with me until 7:30pm when the carnival is over and I have put in a 12 hour day.

4:00-6:00pm: Run around like a chicken with its head cut off.

6:30pm: Zach shows up with my name badge and takes Maizy and friend with him to the football game.

7:30pm: I have been wearing a Crayola costume all day because I work at a pre-k (duh) so I reach into my purse to get my t shirt that says “Lakeview Centennial Liberty Doll Mom” to wear to the game but instead of getting that one this morning I got the one that says “Lakeview Centennial Liberty Doll Dad.” Too tired and irritated to care at this point I drive to the game in my purple crayon outfit.

7:45-10:15pm: Sit through high school football game as a purple crayon.

10:30pm: Arrive home to finish making various decorations for a baby shower that I will not be able to attend on Saturday but will send my mom and older girls to with all of the decor I stay up making until 1:00am and they will in turn forget half of when they leave for the baby shower the next day while I spend my Saturday getting up early, attending Maizy’s volleyball game and then trying to make it through the day without passing out from exhaustion while toting around Maizy’s friends so she can have her birthday wish of thinking she is a lot older than she really is.

And that was my Friday in a nutshell. Never a dull moment despite MY birthday wish for one last year, and the year before, and the year before….