You know when you have a lot going on in your life, and you just need all the other details to fall into place? Yes? So you know my last two weeks. There were so many major transitions (M to K, J to a new school, Nanny 911 the splendiferous Catherine leaving for college, Mommy back to work, and new to being a middle school teacher ALL. DAY. LONG). Everything has it's own weight in emotions, logistics, and whatnot.
First, the positive. Miles flipping LOVES kindergarten. Frankly. I love his teacher, and his school, and his nurse, and his principal, and the lunch room, and I want to go to kindergarten again. He loves going to Miss Allison's in the morning, but is less than impressed that mama gets out of work early enough to get him from the bus- he would MUCH rather hang at Miss Allison's with his buddies. J is tolerating his new school- he loves a lot of it, but is rather cranky about this nap time thing- my kids don't sleep- they just don't- so nap is kind of ugly. J wants to chat with his teachers and is less than impressed about the "Shhh!" that comes when he's trying to have full blown conversations with the few awake members of his class. Well, suck it up, buttercup. Nap time happens. I manage to make it to work on time so far, and work's going as smoothly as I could hope.
Then there's the shit show portion of life. Nothing insane, but the minor annoyances that you really wish you didn't have to deal with- like your car dying in the the 90 degree heat. And the battery being housed in the freaking wheel well, which necessitates a tow and a wait. ON YOUR KID'S FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL (J) when all you want to do is see how it went and how much he hates you for sending him. So you send someone to pick him up, and you move on. You get a new battery and exhale, thinking alright! Glad this happened now and not the first week of school!
And then, it happens again. The first week of school. The first day of soccer practice. When it's 90+ and you sweat merely exhaling. Got M off the bus, navigate the "I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE MISS ALLISON'S!". Climb in to go pick up child number two- and have dreams of stopping and getting a nice bottle of wine. Crank the keys. NOTHING. Silently lose your mind, and climb back out of the sweat chamber. Call AAA. Let M go play with his buddies. Try to find a garage to deal with this issue- realize no garage can do anything until after Labor Day weekend. Then, a eureka moment. I paid a lot to have fancy pants extended warranties on this SUV. Call dealership. And like the parting of the heavens, life is easier. "Bring it in!" they said. "We'll have the rental here" they said, "at no cost to you!"
You send an amazing friend to get kid number two, to drop at an equally amazing neighbor's- you get to dealership, you get a rental. You uninstall two car seats and are appalled at the filth below- like really, really embarrassed. As in I am hoping detailing comes with service at the dealership. Detailing with bleach and commercial grade vacuums. Hop in your little tin can, albeit a red tin can that's brand new, and start to relax- for about thirty seconds, until the child in the back seat realizes that the doors aren't on "child lock" and opens his door WIDE open (thankfully in the parking lot at about one mile per hour). Commence heart palpitations. Remedy situation by activating child lock. FINALLY drive home. You feel like ok, I got this. The fancy mama car will get fixed, we have a safe vehicle to get to school tomorrow. I have dealt with extremely kind people, and have the support of astronomically amazing parents and friends. There are way bigger problems in the world!!! Pull into the driveway and you hear this little voice from the backseat... "but what about soccer?"
Well damn. Tomorrow is a new day...
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