Thursday, January 17, 2013
If I Never Post Again, Call The Police
Veteran moms have consistently posted comments telling me that as the kids get older, I will have less time. It's hard to believe you would have less time now, than taking care of infant or toddler triplets, but it's true. I have less time now than I did when they were babies.
When they were toddlers, they slept 12-13 hours a day and I had lots of time. Now I find myself going to bed shortly after they do, and when I get up early, I'm frantically packing lunches and getting ready to head to some activity. They are in soooo many things.
They had group picture day at school this week and they all four came out mumbling about how they spent the whole day in the cafeteria taking pictures, because one or more of them are in jump rope, choir, chess club, student council, and GATE
For the third year in a row, I'll be monitoring a team, which consists of me standing in the wind, sipping coffee, and telling people to stop goofing off. That started this week. Amanda and Gregory are on the traveling team and will start traveling to other schools for performances next week. I'll be there for all of those.
Sarah, Gregory, and Austin started basketball and Amanda is in hip hop, in addition to all their school activities.
And their birthday is next week. They've already started getting presents.
And Greg's brother is here visiting from Michigan.
And the 70 percent off Target sale was today!!!!!!!!!!!! So I got up at 5am to get everything done around the house to get to the store right at 8am, completely forgetting that Amanda had a student council meeting at 8:30. Did I ever mention she's the third grade representative? She wrote a speech and got elected. Austin has a party this weekend on Saturday, they have their party on Sunday, and next Sunday we are going to a quadruplet party.
They were at a laser tag birthday party last weekend, which was the funnest thing ever for them.
I calculated that I need about 15 boy and 15 girl presents to make it through the year with all the parties we are invited to and I didn't even come close to covering that at the Target sale this year, which means....GASP......I'll have to spend retail.
Sarah is learning photography in GATE and needed her own camera. They'll be entering a photo contest in the Helldorado festival. I've volunteered to help mount the photos on foam board. I've never done that before, so I'm sure I'll suck at it and we'll lose. At the PTA meeting today, we went over the things that need to get done in the next 60 days. We have Dads and Donuts next Friday. I'll be setting up the cafeteria on Thursday, then getting there on Friday morning at 7am to hand out donuts. Then we have Jump Rope For Heart, which is a huge school event. I'm counting the money. I'm handing out flyers and t-shirts for Family Races and I'll be running an event on Field Day, in addition to volunteering for the Spring Fundraiser.
Oh, and I work now, too, in case anyone's forgotten.
So imagine how completely feeble my brain has gotten when this lady approached me at jump rope practice on Wednesday and said, "I was able to bring A today. I am his aunt. I can't bring him again because I work. He cried and cried because all the kids tease him and tell him he's fat and that's why he wants to be on the jump rope team. His mother can't drive him because she's blind and he wants to do this so much. Is there anyone that can come and get him?" and then I said, "I can get him."
I. can. get. him.
OMG. I've lost my mind. I can barely get my four kids there on time and I'm going to drive across town and pick up some kid I don't even know? He lives nowhere near us. He actually lives in the same apartment complex as the little girl who'd never owned her own box of crayons. Remember that story?
The P.E. teacher asked, "Why did she come to you with this problem? Why didn't she come to me?"
"I think she thought I worked here?", I answered.
That's happens to me all the time. Parents and kids think I work at the school..
So I'm going to have to get Greg to take the other kids while I pick up the Kid With The Blind Mother.
Greg doesn't know this yet. Wait until he calculates the gas money. If I never post again, call the police.