One of THOSE days

I know you know what I'm talking about.

We all have them. The ones where nothing goes right and anything that can go wrong will?

Yesterday was that day for me.

On Monday I was feeling yucky. I just knew I was coming down with something so I took it easy, lay on the couch (well, as much as wild man would let me) and tried to rest up because I had CBS (community bible study) coming up on Tuesday and Wednesday.

So by Monday evening I was feeling better, and went to bed sure I would make it to CBS the next day.

HA! Little did I know that being sick is not the reason I wouldn't make it, on time at least.

I woke up at 6am, felt "ok" but was FREEZING. The house was sooooo cold because we hadn't turned the heater on yet. So I crawled back in bed with Tom until 6:30, then got up to blow dry my hair.

And no, you didn't miss anything...I did not shower that morning, I did that the night before. I just have so much hair that it does NOT dry by morning :) Jealous?? Wanna trade??

Anyway, I get my hair dried, go into the kitchen to make lunches, feed the dog and cats, get Tommy and Avery's backpacks together for school, throw pants in the dryer to warm them up for Tommy, and start getting breakfast ready.

By this time it's 7:30 and no one is up so I go upstairs to start that fun process. Tommy gets up with no problem but Miss Avery woke up in one of her "moods." She was tired, and cold, and wanted NO part of getting out of bed. I'm able to cajole her into my arms to carry her downstairs by bribing her with orange juice and a quick hold of her guinea pig.

So the three of us go downstairs, they eat breakfast and finish getting dressed. It's now almost 8am. Thank goodness I am not doing the school run for Tommy so I still have a few minutes to get Cole up.

Mind you, my kids are almost always up around 6:30. I never have to wake them up!

So I go into Cole's room, grab his blankie and try to talk soft and quiet to him so I don't startle him. Have I mentioned that he is not a morning person, like his father and sister???

And don't you know that he woke up screaming and crying! I knew right then I was not going to be walking out the door anytime soon. Soooo, I finally get him out of his crib after a few minutes and a quick grab that caused even more distress. Good morning, sweet munchkin!

I take him downstairs, with him kicking and screaming for his warm, comfy crib and sit him down on my lap to get him dressed as quickly as possible. Which isn't that quick with a very strong toddler...it also didn't help that his favorite person in the world (daddy) was still home and getting ready to leave, so he was walking back & forth through the living room. GO.AWAY.

I will spare you the excruciatingly brutal next 20 or so minutes but by 8:25am we were in the car, seat belts buckled and ready to rock.

Or so I thought.

I got halfway down the street and realized I had a completely.flat.tire.

UGHHHHH! I call my knight in shining armor and he comes back to change my tire.

Of course I had to unload the kids again and brought them into the house to watch a show while Tom saved the day. While I was carrying Cole into the kitchen my ankle went out on me and I almost fell. The pain was so intense, literally blinding, I didn't think I'd even be crawling!

The pain subsides, Tom finishes my tire and sends us on our way. I made a sick little joke and said "I hope all these little bumps in the road weren't supposed to stop me from dying in some horrific car crash this morning."

I'm sure you know how that went over. I did think it was funny but in a way thought it might be true...

So off we go to take Avery to school. We get there and as I'm grabbing her stuff I remember I took her lunchbox BACK in the house when we got home after the flat tire...I didn't think we were actually going to make it anywhere that day so I started unloading my car. BRILLIANT!

It is now 9:20am. CBS started at 8:45am, Avery's school started at 8:30. So I'm 0-2. I really started thinking "WTH am I doing still trying to make it anywhere today???" Well, I gritted my teeth, pulled out of the parking lot and went BACK home to grab her lunchbox. Went BACK to the school to drop it off then drove to CBS without incident.

I walked in after the worship song, testimonial of a friend that I had really wanted to hear, and morning prayer (which I desperately needed that morning). But I was able to meet with our other teachers and have some time to pray with them and just BREATHE! Satan did NOT win that battle, AMEN!

Although I did remark to Fran that I really wish I had chosen to put on my deodorant instead of making the very unwise choice to not wear it!

Later on that evening I went to dinner with friends and saw High School Musical 3 which completely and totally made up for my wild and crazy morning!