Let me tell you about my last 24 hours.
We just finished spring break. The daughter starts driver's education today. She was complaining yesterday about the change of her schedule and how she is going to forget about this extra class after school. I decided to remind her since she was acting as if this were a very BIG deal.
Me: Hey, you have driver's ed tomorrow after school. Just thought I would remind you.
Her: I know! Don't you think I will remember because this is the only thing I have been stressing over the last 2 weeks! Geesh! (Insert eye rolls, huffing and puffing, and sassy tone)
Me: You were just freaking out about trying to remember earlier this morning. I was trying to help.
Her: Whatever. (stomps to room, turns on loud obnoxious music)
You are welcome! I made sure not to say a word about it this morning. So, when she gets on the bus after school instead of going to driver's ed, she will be quick to blame me. Just you see!
All last week, the two younger boys have been up and ready to tackle the world at 6:30am. Today, however, 8am was just too early to be getting up and ready for school. The boys bathed last night. My youngest has long fabulous hair and it looked greasy and gross this morning.
Me: Did you use shampoo?
Him: Of course I used shampoo! (Insert eye rolls, huffing and puffing, and sassy tone) (He hangs out with The Daughter, can you tell?)
Me: Go brush your hair and let's see. Maybe your hair looks gross because you slept on wet hair.
*brushes hair, still looks gross
Me: Let me help you wash your hair in the sink real quick. *begins to wash his hair
Him: Stop it! I can do it! I don't need your help! Quit it!
Me: Clearly, you did not a good enough job the first time. *teaches him to use the blow dryer
Both boys wanted french toast for lunch, because that was one of the options on the lunch menu. Fabulous! I don't have to make cold lunches today. Drop off the boys at school.
Off to work I go in a client's home downtown of the town next over, 20 minutes away. Phone call from school, guess what? The lunch menu changed and french toast was not an option. X-Man is having a meltdown about lunch. (Look up food and autism, ugh.) I make sure client is alive and well and get back in the car and drive back home, one town over, 20 minutes away. I make a cold lunch for him, the other one will just have to deal with chicken nuggets, and drive to the school. Hooray! I made it before lunch started.
Now I am waiting in anticipation for The Daughter to have her issues after school.
...not enough wine in the world...
