A Day Late and a Dollar Short -- or at least it feels that way!

The momentous first day of Preschool has come and gone! And boy what a day it has been. Does anyone else ever feel like they are perpetually "a day late and a dollar short?" Isn't it such a descriptive phrase? Lately I've been feeling like all I'm doing is treading water in the ocean of life. And that's on a good day! The following are more tales of my incompetence as a mother.

Exhibit A

Sophie recently cut her 2 bottom teeth, and as a result, she's been a little bit fussier than usual and her sleeping has gone a bit astray as well. Last night she fell asleep readily enough, but about an hour later woke up and just started screaming and crying. After going in once to rewrap her in her blanket and give her a pacifier, and in the process only getting her more worked up because I left after doing so, I realized that I would just need to let her cry it out so she'd get back on track. Well, it took her a lot longer than we thought to finally go back to sleep and when I went to check on her before going to bed myself, this picture is what I found. :( Poor little thing. Talk about breaking a mother's heart! And even more pathetic is that she's already mastered the art of sleeping in her clothes, and she's only 7 months old.

This morning I decided to go and buy a bumper pad for the crib. But unfortunately, even though I am up at the crack of dawn with Sophie every single morning, there are not many stores that are up and running as well. So here is how our morning played out. Ethan's only "homework" for the first day of school was to fill a little photo album they gave us with pictures of things that make him happy. Of course I forgot to send the pictures to Costco to print until it was too late on Saturday afternoon, so they weren't ready to pick up until this morning. After Sophie woke up, we went to Costco (so much for last week's lesson) and grabbed the photos. No runaways this time, so at least thats progress for you. From there we ran to Babies R' Us where we spent way too much time picking out a bumper pad. When we were done there we had to hurry home to eat lunch so we'd be ready to go and bring Ethan to school. Here's where things got complicated. I realized that we had no bread left (which made me so mad at myself because I almost bought more at Costco, but I thought we still had at least 1 loaf left, so I didn't bother). And pretty much nothing else that would pass as lunch.

Exhibit B

I quickly decided that fast food was the easiest option. Then Grace decided to poop in her pants because, well, she's regressed a little in that area since the move back. This was right as I was trying to quickly stuff all the newly developed pictures into Ethan's photo album (which you can see him clutching in the above picture) and Sophie was screaming on the floor because she wanted lunch, too. I cleaned up Grace and yelled at Ethan to go and get Grace clean undies from her drawer because I had to finish putting those pictures in and feed Sophie before we left. Scott called at this point and I told him that we would meet him at Wendy's for lunch. Meanwhile Ethan didn't want to go upstairs and get Grace her underwear because HE wanted to put the pictures in the album. Sophie was still screaming, and when I finally got Grace her underwear she was throwing a fit and wouldn't let me put it on. I lost my temper and started yelling at everyone before finally managing to get everything done (except for feeding the baby) and out the door.

The line at Wendy's was UNBELIEVABLY long, but we finally got our food, I scarfed mine down, hurried and took a couple of pictures and then rushed out to the car to feed Sophie before she died of starvation. Hahaha.

Exhibit C -- Nice healthy lunch, right?


Exhibit D

We finally get to Preschool and the problem is not leaving Ethan there, but getting Grace away. Our window of time was very crucial for dropping Ethan off, because Sophie REALLY needed to go down for her afternoon nap. So, with the baby falling asleep in the Baby Bjorn, I finally managed to pry Grace away (kicking and screaming, nonetheless) and got one more good picture of Ethan before we left:



Luckily Sophie went right back to sleep when we got home, and Grace stayed in her room ALMOST the whole time. So what did I do with all that free time you may ask? Um, I don't even know. Isn't that lame? I checked email and some blogs, but other than that I didn't accomplish anything. I didn't even shower yet for the day. The 2 1/2 hour block was up WAY too soon and we were off and running again to pick up Ethan from school, go to the gym, and lastly cash a check at the bank on the way home. Whew. This was a LONG day. And of course once we got home I realized that 2 crucial elements for our dinner were missing -- BLTs were on the menu, and we still had no bread and we had no tomatoes. Scott came up with an alternative after rummaging through the pantry and finding canned soup while I was feeding the baby yet again because she was FREAKING OUT pretty much the whole drive home.

Exhibit E

I was pretty much done with this day at that point and told the kids that it was bed time as soon as they were done eating, to which Ethan retorted that it was FHE, mom! *sigh* Sometimes I feel like the worst mom in the world, because the LAST thing I wanted to do at this point was make the day last any longer. However, Ethan is not one to let you forget ANYTHING, so we had FHE and this (see above picture) was the "activity." Ethan and Grace have become avid "party planners" and so Exhibit E shows them having a "party" with a bunch of plastic bowls and forks.

And here we are to the end of the day. While I should be in bed I'm blogging about my day. Scott tried to get our Tivo up and running tonight. Its been down in the basement, but since we no longer have a phone line down there, we've had to tape anything we want Tivoed manually, which is a bit of a pain. Here is a picture of Scott, who solved his problem of needing a flashlight and not finding one, by remembering the handy head lamp he got for his birthday from his mom.


And finally I got my hair done on Friday after a 7+ month stretch. I think thats the longest I've ever gone between getting my hair highlighted. I told Emily I'd post a picture of it so here you go:

(I had just waxed my eyebrows, so ignore the redness -- oh, and my super tired eyes.)

There you have it folks. Here's to hoping tomorrow is a calmer day. Oh and before I forget, Happy Birth Day to Miss Juliana!