4:00 a.m.- Fed the baby
6:27 a.m.- me: “Baby, wake up. Have you finished your packing? We gotta leave in an hour and twenty minutes.”
husband: “OK.”
6:30 a.m.- I get out of bed, he doesn’t. I gather flight itenerary & confirmation number for his trip, locate and cut photos for family in LA, feed baby.
7:00 a.m.- me: “Boo…Boo, you need to wake up. Get your football gear together. We have to leave in 45 minutes.”
my son: “OK.”
7:20 a.m.- D’Lo wakes up…grumpy…”Booby, bed!” Still haven’t seen husband up yet. So I go to check. Sit on the floor, nurse D’Lo, wake husband up again.
me: “Baby, do you have to shower? Are you going to be ready? Do you still have to pack?
husband: “Yeah, I have to shower. I can pack real quick. The airport won’t be that crowded.”
me: “Well, we have to leave here by 7:45.”
husband: “What time is it now?”
me: “7:25! We need to go, remember Boo needs to be at school by eight for pictures.”
husband: “WHAT!? You didn’t tell me that, or I would have been up already!”
me: “Yes…I most certainly did tell you that, more than once.”
husband: “No, you didn’t!”
me: “OK, I’m lying! Of course I did, and we were dropping him on the way to the airport.”
husband: “You’ll have to take him and come back and get me.”
7:40 a.m.- Baby’s fussing. “C’mon Boo! We gotta go.” Finish filling out the order form for his football pics today. Find keys. D’Lo is freaking out cuz I’m about to leave. “Want to go bye-bye Bubba?” Let’s go…Out the door, strap him in, start the car…the car is dead. Find other keys. Transfer the car seat.
7:57 a.m.- Finally arrive at the school. My oldest son is freakin’ out now cuz he has to be in uniform by eight for pictures and still has to get some stuff out of the locker.
8:07 a.m.- Get home. Get D’Lo out of car seat, he’s yelling cuz he still wants to go bye-bye. Go inside. Make oatmeal cuz there’s no meal on this flight. Go back to the room to check on husband. He’s in the bathroom.
me: “You’re not ready?! We have to go!”
husband: “It’s fine. We can leave here at nine.”
me: “What!? No…your flight leaves at ten, that’s not enough time!”
husband: “My flight leaves at ten!? I though you said it leaves at eleven?! Yeah, that’s what you said!”
me: “No, I most certainly did not! Why would I wake you up at 6:30am if your flight leaves at eleven?”
husband: “I don’t know…but you told me eleven!”
me: “OK…I guess I’m lying again.”
8:10-8:50 a.m.- Get baby up, change a poopy diaper, dish up oatmeal and put it on the counter, pack diaper bag, wake up the girls, try to start my car again (nope, still dead), transfer other car seat to other car, catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror (yikes!), get both babies secured in their car seats, wait for husband…
me: “Your oatmeal’s on the counter, bring it with you.”
husband: “I don’t have time to eat it. Let’s go.”
8:50 a.m.- Leave for the airport. Drop him off. Head home. Baby’s hungry again, he’s certainly letting me know.
This is getting way too long (and it’s not even nine in the morning yet)! Let me make the rest as brief as possible, as not to take up too much more of your time! Here’s the rest of my day in a nutshell:
Got home, got ready (sort of), got everyone else ready, tried to jumpstart the car-it’s a no go, went back to the school for my oldest son’s scrimmage, came home, tried to jumpstart the car again (thirty minutes this time) still a no go, called the tow truck, waited and hour and a half, he got the car to start, drove to Les Schwab, car is dead again.
*Highlight of the day…parents took me to lunch while we waited for news on the car*
Hour and a half later…car needs new battery, all fixed, pick it up, day is looking up…phone call…
My nephew got hurt during his football practice, go to the ER, pick up my niece, head home.
You know what? I think I’ll end this post now…just way too depressing and re-living it is exhausting me. What would be great is if all of my wonderful peeps could keep me in their prayers today…I really do need it.
