So, I've decided that I might have to start drinking on Mondays around 2pm and keep a good buzz going until after supper time. That's probably the only way I'm going to survive.
Let me explain.
I started my hellish afternoon at 2:45pm. My first stop was the boys' daycare, where I got a very eager Hudson and a very cranky Colton and stuffed them in the van.
3:00 found us circling the block of Emmy's school over, and over, and over, and over, and over searching for some magical parking spot to open up. It never did. So we parked a little ways away and walked.
Colton was so excited to play on the playground, but he didn't have boots, snow pants, or gloves on. "No" wasn't getting through his skull, so I let him play....and slip and scream because he hands were cold; and slide and scream because his butt was wet; and splash and scream because his feet were cold AND wet.
I had to drag him, kicking and screaming, back to the van down the street once Emmy was out of school.
He screamed the whole way to Peyton's school, but luckily we just pick her up along the road and don't actually have to get out of the van to get her.
Next stop was Tae Kwon Do. I walked Hudson inside the studio while the other three kids stayed in the car. I was gone for about 6.2 seconds. Literally ALL I did was walk Hudson through the door, say goodbye to him, and go back to the van.
By the time I opened the drivers' side door Colton was screaming again because I hadn't taken him with me.
We got home. The girls ran inside to find a snack, and Colton bolted for the backyard to play. Remember, though, the he didn't have boots, or snowpants, or gloves on. His feet got so cold and he was angry because everything was either snowy, icy, or soaking wet.
So I had to drag him kicking and screaming into the house.
Peyton had to get ready for Tae Kwon Do and Emmy had to get ready for gymnastics, so that was hectic. Then we had to get back in the van.
Colton didn't want to.
I had to force his pelvis down and hold him still while I restrained him in his carseat.
Then we all went inside the TKD studio to wait for Hudson to finish. Colton kept running out on the floor, which he is not supposed to do, and every time Peyton or I would carry him back to the chairs he would scream.
Then we had to race across town to drop Emmy off at gymnastics. The toddler tumbling class was just wrapping up as we got there and he flung himself on the springed floor before I could do anything about it, and we got yelled at because his boots (yes, I put boots on him this time!) were wet and muddy.
I had to drag him, kicking and screaming, off the gymnastics floor.
I said goodbye to Emmy and herded the boys toward the van.
Colton took off running through the high school parking lot in the opposite direction, dodging cars all along the way while I screamed and Hudson trailed after me whining because he was SO hungry.
I finally caught, Colton, forced him into his seat again, and then drove home.
As soon as we got out of the van, Colton took off running again. He wanted to play outside.
Hudson was starving.
I have to get ready for work.
And it was at that point that I realized I was probably going to have a good buzz going all afternoon on Mondays or....I might just snap.
Oh, here's Emmy. She's a cute gymnast, huh?