Thursday, September 16, 2010
Happy Birthday to The Man - or - Girls' Night Out
Tuesday was The Man's birthday. Tuesday is also the craziest day of our week. Here's the day in a nutshell:
7:30 - ride Buddy Boy to school (yes, we ride bikes to school. Go green! Save the planet! Burn a calorie!)
8:45 - drive Ladybug to school (it's OK, I drive a hybrid. Go green! Save the planet! Get to sit down for 10 minutes!)
2:00 - drive Ladybug home from school
3:00 - ride Buddy Boy home from school
4:00 - Ladybug's gymnastics practice
5:30 - Buddy Boy's soccer practice (close to home)
6:00 - Ladybug's soccer practice (on the other side of the moon)
7:30 - feed kids while they're taking a bath so we can make it to bed on time
8:00 - stories (read to your kids, it'll keep 'em off drugs. Hey that's what the commercials say, isn't it?)
8:30 - goodnight kisses
8:45 - clean up bath mess, do dishes, pack lunches, blah blah blah
Yep. Tuesday's are hectic. I try really hard to have Tuesdays all mapped out by Sunday. Last Sunday I was going over the drill at the dinner table. I told everyone we'd be having leftovers on Tuesday since we were so tightly booked. The man gave me a look. You know the look I'm talking about. The kind that animals at the shelter give you so you'll take them home with you. When I ask if there's a problem, The Man sheepishly states, "I'd like to have a fresh cooked meal for my birthday." OH CRAP!! But there's no need for me to stress about it. He's got it all worked out for me. If I start cooking in the morning, I can have it all lined up and ready to pop in the oven as soon as we get home from practice. And if the kids stay up a little late on Daddy's birthday, so be it. OK...ok...have it your way, Birthday Boy.
So, that's what I did. I spent all morning frantically running around to various grocery stores (because I can never manage to remember to get everything in one trip), cooking, cleaning, doing dishes, etc. Oh! And slaving over The Man's birthday bacon. (Seriously, am I a rockin' wife, or what?! Birthday bacon!!)
I dashed off to get Ladybug from school - only to remember I'd volunteered to take a little friend home with us that afternoon for a playdate. Then another little friend was sad because she wasn't coming, so I took her home with me too. Hey, what's one more little girl, right? By the time I got all 3 girls home, it was time to go collect BuddyBoy - who got mad at me because I came in the car, not on my bike. What is it with the men in this family, do they not understand there are only so many minutes in a day?!
By the time I got home with BuddyBoy, it was time to load the 3 girlies back into the car for gymnastics practice. On the way to the gym, I realized I didn't have any ice cream, so I dropped them off and made another trip the the grocery store. Then it was back to the gym to supervise BuddyBoy's homework activities while Ladybug trained, then back home to get everyone changed and cleated up for soccer practice. Then it was home to pop dinner in the oven and get the kiddos bathed. Then it was out to the table to eat the fresh, slightly over cooked ok, burnt dinner, followed by birthday pie and presents.