Day Three...

May I say, right off the top, that this West Coast time zone on the screen doesn't make me feel like I'm getting the credit I deserve for typing this at 11:43(EST)! Just kidding...well, maybe not.
This am started off with a bang because there were some details thrown into the mix that needed extra time. My son had to go to a birthday party right after school and was being picked up by another mom, which meant the present had to be wrapped and a note written to school about the special pick up. No prob. The kids finally made their way downstairs. I was running aroung trying to pull together all of the necessary things to accomplish wrapping a gift...you know what I mean! My husband was up and getting himself ready while I was making lunches and making sure the kids fed their "animal of the week"(don't freak out--just one cat and one dog!). Then, oh yeah, back to the present wrapping...WAIT..."Gotta get the kids breakfast!" Meanwhile, my husband sauntered down, got excited about his new box of Cream of Wheat, and began the process of making it. He hadn't gotten a box of that stuff in years...it was a staple for him growing up...maybe a nostalgic purchase. Anyway, I was still running around, making sure the gloves, hats, coats, backpacks(with lunches), and all school gear was ready at the front door.
My husband was calmly telling the kids stories about having Cream of Wheat "just about every day growing up and....................................................................................". Are you feeling what I'm feeling? All this time, oh a mere 20 minutes, was ticking by, and I had been moving a mile a minute! I was sitting on the floor putting the finishing touches on the gift as I looked up at my husband, calmly enjoying his breakfast, reminiscing about days gone by, YOU GET IT! I wanted to utter, "UUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHH", or yell something like, "Are you kidding me?" or at the very least a loud sigh as a lame cry for help...BUT, I didn't. I looked at him...wow, no clue, and I just continued doing what I was doing and got the kids out the door and onto the bus. Is it just me, or would that type of scenario have bugged you a little? I must admit, that would've normally been the type of scenario to put me over the edge, start and arguement with my husband, and leave the kids scrambling out the door wondering what hit 'em. Thank you Lord! I may have even quietly uttered, "Help me Lord Jesus" because I was about to blow. He came through....as He always does.
Just to set the record straight...my husband is more often than not, a huge help with the kids and whatever else!
The day was pretty great until my daughter needed help with her math homework. Why don't they teach things how we learned them back in the day? Is this some kind of cruel joke on those of us who never made school our top priority? I must confess that I did raise my voice a couple of times because I was so frustrated that my daughter wouldn't pay attention when I was trying to help her. Part of my frustration was that if she didn't hurry up and listen, I would hurry up and forget what I'd just retaught myself!
The only other noteworthy foul-up was when I had run down to the basement for something and ran into the door frame and shouted, "fricken-a!" Yes, just as it's written. I guess it could've been worse. Well, at least until my daughter yelled down the laundry chute, "I HEARD THAT!"
Tired now and heading for bed...oh yeah...my clock says it's 12:16. :)