I've always kind of laughed at all those moronic mothers who complain that all they do is taxi kids around, or that they are so busy they don't have time to cook dinner.
I usually label them Drama Queens or Pity Partiers...
But then Andrew went back to school.
Allow me to apologize if I've ever thought you to be a poor time-manager, complainer, whiner, etc. Because I totally get it now.
The last two weeks of my life have left me spinning. EVERY NIGHT we have at least one, but usually two or three of the following - baseball games, baseball practice, soccer practice, soccer games, dentist appointments, church meetings and scouts. All done with one car and driver because Andrew is always at school or work.
Add to that homework and chores, dealing with insurance about the car accident Andrew was in, filing taxes, turning in paperwork for virtual school for Cameron, babysitting a two year old every Thursday, speech classes for Trent, Easter, five dentist appointments, parent teacher conferences, and the usual errands and such, and you will understand why my kids had peanut butter and jelly for dinner four times last week and why I have gone through about five Dr. Peppers a day since April hit the calendar.
The really scary part of all this chaos is that baseball and soccer don't end until June.
(Here's a few pictures proving that life isn't all stress and miles on the car.)
Andrew and I, Seaside, Oregon, Spring Break
Cameron crossing from Cub Scouts to Boy Scouts after receiving his Webelos badge and his Arrow of Light. (Whew!) (Andrew was at school.)
Me, my fat neck, Makana, Kellie and Natalie at Wicked. Not sure where the rest of our group was.
Cameron at the JUGS Tournament the day before Easter. Why is it called the JUGS Tournament? I don't know. I was afraid to ask.
Some kids at the opening of the Rock Pizza in Hillsboro. Yum. And yawn. It was late. Trent fell asleep at the table.
Easter egg coloring. The end. :)
