Today I was dead-set on getting a long-overdue project underway. A project that is so enormous, I'd rather hide from it. As a middle child -have I mentioned that here before? - I'm committed to preserving memories for ALL of my kids. In 2010 our camcorder broke a few days before we left for an epic trip to Yellowstone. I ran out and purchased a new one, so we could record our vacation.
|My abused hard drive.|
So yesterday morning, I urged the kids to get themselves ready for school utilizing as little of my energy as possible. This turned out to be quite the challenge!
Two kids, who didn't have an early practice, a high school schedule, or a primary school bus to catch, ran late. They usually walk the 4 blocks to school. They begged me to drive them. I shook my head. That is when Reggie called me lazy. ME!? The nerve. I told him he better watch his smart mouth.
You'd think that since this is my 4th son to hit the 11 year old 'I know more than you' phase, I'd be prepared. My blood boiled. Since I would do anything to not have to listen to them whine about possibly being late for school, I finally told them to chill out. I would drive them. Besides, Mini was having wardrobe issues.
The wardrobe issue hit me smack in the face when I was still skipping around the kitchen unloading the dishwasher and cutting up apple for lunches - enjoying a day off. I hadn't been called lazy yet. Mini, who requires more sleep than a newborn baby and we're not sure why, jogged into the kitchen looking panicked. She was mumbling about her hair sticking out.
|Note: old sweats 2 inches smaller in waistband!|
|Momentarily this floor was clear!|
She shouted that she couldn't find her new gray Under Armour workout pants: 'I put them in the laundry, and you never washed them!' She pounded into the bathroom with a squirt bottle to tame her mop. I pointed out to her that I had washed a million loads of laundry that week. Never saw her gray track pants. I bet her that they were buried on the floor of her closet. She insisted they weren't.
|Mini's locker and her buried overnight bag|
Last weekend, she slept over at her cousin's house. Almost an entire week has passed, and her pants were hiding out in the bag that she tossed in her mudroom locker. Aha! I wondered if she bothered to dig her toothbrush out of her bag before she abandoned it in her locker.
That's when I offered to drive them to school . . . I needed more time to gloat.