Monday was so crazy that I put the 11yo in charge of making dinner – alone in the house while I picked up her siblings, luckily she didn’t burn the house down and dinner was good. The 13yo ate that dinner from a plastic bowl on the way to swim practice. And the kids were so hungry they inhaled what was left, leaving none for me. I didn’t have time to eat anything until 9:30pm – and what I did eat was crap.
Yesterday I barely left my car between 3:45 and 6pm. I was driving the kids here, there and everywhere. I was tired and mentally looking for some sort of break and then I realized it was only Tuesday. (I almost cried.) I still hadn’t been to the grocery store so the kids ate a hodge podge of foods for dinner. I had to bake a cake for the church bake sale (why didn’t I just say no this time?) and once again, I didn’t sit down to eat until after 9pm.
This afternoon is a logistical balancing act. If one thing goes wrong it’s going to be like a row of dominoes and the whole evening will come crashing down. I’ll also have to ignore that rule about not eating after getting fluoride because the 13yo will only have a 30 minute window to eat before practice.
My air conditioner broke. We just found out we have to do an expensive landscaping project to change the way our lawn drains because there was water in the basement after a storm last week. And my library books are overdue.
It’s been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. I think I’ll move to Australia.