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Aaaaaaaaaa!
Feb. 14th, 2008 01:30 pmMy sore throat is better, and even in the midst of my sickly attempt to write yesterday, one good thing came through, and now I'm trying to reorder some things to make it work. Which is good. My plan for today (after cleaning the house--my kids are still in the stage of, if you can pour it on the floor, there's no reason NOT to--food, crayons, clothes, legos, lip gloss, you name it) was to take a break to write, then go to the store before all the kids came home. After all, I'd prepared for today:
1. Daughter 1 had to be at kindergarten extra early to meet with the elementary school teacher coming to visit. She needed a lunch as well because she has gymnastics today and stays late to kindergarten. She also wants to invite a friend over today, thus the need to have all the house cleaned at the same time.
2. Son 2 has swimming today, and in the nick of time I remembered to pack his swimming stuff.
3. Son 1 has a field trip to the nearest gymnasium. I don't have to do anything, but he does have to bring a small backpack in addition to his huge Schulranzen (suitcase-weight backpack German kids have to have).
So far so good.
At 11 am I get a call from the school. Son 1 has forgotten his knitting supplies; could I please bring them in within the half hour? (They are learning knitting in their weekly crafts class.) The school is a kilometer away, in the opposite direction from the store (which is also about a km away). I have one three-year-old in shorts and a t-shirt. There is snow on the ground. So first I have to dress her, then I have to convince her to sit in the stroller (which she doesn't want to do), and then I get to run to the school. Luckily, son is out for recess, sees me, and I can pass off the knitting stuff without going into school.
I figure I'll take the bus to the store instead of walking 2 km, but we manage to just miss the bus. We wait for 10 minutes for the next one.
We go to the store and I realize it's Valentine's Day, and that it would be nice to make something nice for dinner (as opposed to leftover quinoa, which um, while we are fairly adventurous, has a taste that doesn't quite do it for anyone in the family.) We are totally out of milk and bread, and nearly out of snacks for school. I come up with not one, but two menus. I fill the stroller until it's in danger of tipping over, and we walk up to the checkout counter. On a whim I decide to double-check that my debit card is in my wallet.
It isn't.
I have a two-euro coin that I have to save for the library lockers (you can't bring backpacks inside, but you can't carry your books home without one). I have a five-euro note, three euro of which I have to give to the kindergarten today for my daughter's upcoming field trip. I have 50-70 euro worth of groceries. And I have a three-year-old who doesn't get why we have to go back through the entire store and replace it all. We can't run home and come back because the boys are imminently arriving from school.
I used the two euro I did own to buy chocolate. Aaaaaaaa!
Now I still have no food, I haven't written, I've got to oversee homework, and maybe entertain a friend. Not only that, my neighbor is extremely eager to come over and use my oven today. She wants me to teach her how to bake. Um.
1. Daughter 1 had to be at kindergarten extra early to meet with the elementary school teacher coming to visit. She needed a lunch as well because she has gymnastics today and stays late to kindergarten. She also wants to invite a friend over today, thus the need to have all the house cleaned at the same time.
2. Son 2 has swimming today, and in the nick of time I remembered to pack his swimming stuff.
3. Son 1 has a field trip to the nearest gymnasium. I don't have to do anything, but he does have to bring a small backpack in addition to his huge Schulranzen (suitcase-weight backpack German kids have to have).
So far so good.
At 11 am I get a call from the school. Son 1 has forgotten his knitting supplies; could I please bring them in within the half hour? (They are learning knitting in their weekly crafts class.) The school is a kilometer away, in the opposite direction from the store (which is also about a km away). I have one three-year-old in shorts and a t-shirt. There is snow on the ground. So first I have to dress her, then I have to convince her to sit in the stroller (which she doesn't want to do), and then I get to run to the school. Luckily, son is out for recess, sees me, and I can pass off the knitting stuff without going into school.
I figure I'll take the bus to the store instead of walking 2 km, but we manage to just miss the bus. We wait for 10 minutes for the next one.
We go to the store and I realize it's Valentine's Day, and that it would be nice to make something nice for dinner (as opposed to leftover quinoa, which um, while we are fairly adventurous, has a taste that doesn't quite do it for anyone in the family.) We are totally out of milk and bread, and nearly out of snacks for school. I come up with not one, but two menus. I fill the stroller until it's in danger of tipping over, and we walk up to the checkout counter. On a whim I decide to double-check that my debit card is in my wallet.
It isn't.
I have a two-euro coin that I have to save for the library lockers (you can't bring backpacks inside, but you can't carry your books home without one). I have a five-euro note, three euro of which I have to give to the kindergarten today for my daughter's upcoming field trip. I have 50-70 euro worth of groceries. And I have a three-year-old who doesn't get why we have to go back through the entire store and replace it all. We can't run home and come back because the boys are imminently arriving from school.
I used the two euro I did own to buy chocolate. Aaaaaaaa!
Now I still have no food, I haven't written, I've got to oversee homework, and maybe entertain a friend. Not only that, my neighbor is extremely eager to come over and use my oven today. She wants me to teach her how to bake. Um.
