The first day of summer vacation. The quiet in the house as I sip my second cup of tea is pretty amazing. Of course I may be singing a different tune at 12:00 when they have all been up for a few hours and have been fighting non-stop.
But for now I will enjoy the sounds of silence.
Thursday was TeenStar's 8th grade promotion ceremony and of course as with a lot of things in our family, especially things with TeenStar, it got a little stressful. You know that person who has that ability to make even the easiest of situations stressful just because they are so type A and want everything to be perfect. Yup that is my TeenStar.
The morning seemed to start pretty smoothly. I worked out and came home to find everyone in getting ready mode. SuperHubby was not working that day so he was "helping" with the morning routine and offered to take the kids to school so I could get some work done.
Princess did have a little bit of a meltdown as we reviewed the morning schedule.
The promotion ceremony started at 12:00 with the doors opening at 11:30 and the threat of not getting good seats (or any seats at all) very real if you weren't in line at the door by 11:15. The original plan was for one of us to pick up Princess at her school at 11:30 while the other was at the middle school getting our good seats. Princess was insistent that an 11:30 pick-up, which would be in the middle of lunch and recess, would be so embarrassing that she would she would be emotionally scarred for life. I tried to explain to her that I was actually going to be working between the hours of 7 and 10:30 and as much as I didn't want her to be emotionally scarred she was going to have to "suck it up"
At this point (and this is a very important detail) SuperHubby decides to gallop up on his white horse and tells her that he can pick her up at 11:00 as he is not working. Tears dried up instantly and all is right in the world as I change the dismissal time on her note to 11:00. Peace was restored in the house.
Well that is until TeenStar lost her mind.
We did not see TeenStar for the first 45 minutes of the morning rush as she was busy primping upstairs. She did come downstairs briefly and she looked gorgeous. I could tell she was very pleased with her appearance which made me even happier. We had purchased her dress several months ago and it was perfect and fit her to a T.
The happiness didn't last long...
About five minutes later she came running downstairs ten minutes later hysterical because she had spilled something on her dress. A small spot right in the middle of the dress. Hy.ster.i.cal.
I must have asked 10 times what it was that she had spilled, but she kept on insisting she didn't know. I wiped the stain off with a wet cloth, which seemed to eliminate the spot but did create a huge wet spot on her dress. We then had another hysterical ten minutes in which TeenStar kept on trying to make me guarantee that the stain was gone and the wet spot would disappear. Which as you can imagine was pretty ridiculous ten minutes.
Princess and Golden Boy stayed out of every one's way. Siblings know each other so well that they know when it is the right time to blend in to the furniture and when is the right time to take advantage of the situation. This was definitely a blend into the furniture time.
TeenStar left with SuperHubby for school, crying, with a back-up dress in hand.
7:00 am and I was exhausted from all the emotional breakdowns.
When SuperHubby returned home I asked if the spot had come out of the dress. He didn't know. TeenStar was so hysterical that she just opted to change into the back up dress and leave the "stained" dress in the car. (For the record, at the end of the day when I got the original dress out of the car I couldn't find the stain on it.) Of course she would have looked beautiful in a burlap sack and the back-up dress was fiiiiine. But I was a little sad for the original dress because she just looked so gorgeous in it. And my girl never wears dresses.
And I knew she was very sad that she wasn't wearing her original dress.
After the ceremony I tried to get some pictures, but she still wasn't feeling it so I had to be satisfied with just a few painful shots.
SuperHubby and I seem to be having a little trouble communicating lately. Communicating about the trivial details of our life, like who is picking who up and when things are happening. As you can imagine a lot of what goes on in our house can only happen if both drivers/parents in the house are on the same page. For some reason SuperHubby and myself have found ourselves not only on different pages lately, but in completely different booksand Thursday's Promotion Ceremony was no exception.
SuperHubby has dropped the kids off at school and ran his miles for the day, he has showered, and announces he is leaving for the Promotion Ceremony. I have just wrapped up work and am in the midst of getting ready. I tell him I will see him there and watch him walk away confident that he is fulfilling his promise to Princess for an 11:00 pick-up and is going to get us good seats.
What a great husband.
Wait for it...
I am already sweating as I walk into the middle school gym. There is very limited parking at the middle school so I park what seems like a mile away. The heat of the gym hits me as soon as I walk in the door. I see SuperHubby waving frantically from the top row of bleachers. He is also attempting to tell/ask me something. It then dawns on me that I don't see Princess. And then I realize he is asking me where Princess is. ASKING ME?????? He was the one who was supposed to get her.
I immediately see red. He makes it down to the bottom of the bleachers as we realize the horrible mistake and says he will go get her, but I am already flying through the gym and out the door waving off his offer.
Fueled by panic and anger I sprint the mile back to my car. I now have to drive the five minutes to Princess's elementary school, grab her from the office, go back to the middle school, park, and sprint with Princess in tow back to the Middle School gym. This all needs to happen in the next 25 minutes.
I literally run into the elementary school like a crazy person. The secretary assures me that she will sign Princess out and tells me to "just go". I am not sure if the "just go" was because I looked like a crazy person or because she felt bad for me. Or maybe both,
On the ride back to the middle school Princess tells me she has been waiting in the office for 45 minutes and that all the other children who were going to the Promotion Ceremony had already left. I explain about the mix-up and she totally has my back that Daddy agreed he was picking her up.
At this moment it is very important that I am right.
He was supposed to pick her up!!!
Princess and I find a parking space 2 miles away this time and begin the sprint to the middle school. It would almost be funny if I wasn't so mad and so hot and if my legs didn't feel like I was running through mud because of the over 100 squats I did that morning.
We sit down in our seats (is a spot on the bleachers really a seat) moments before the "graduates" parade in. I can feel the river of sweat running down my back. I am hot. I am tired. I am mad. But I made it.
SuperHubby still claims that he didn't "know" that he was supposed to pick up Princess. Which is ridiculous, but whatever.
Princess and I both know what was suppose to happen.
What matters is that TeenStar was promoted, in her back-up dress, on Thursday and we were all there to witness it.
And in 10 short weeks I will be the mother of a high school freshman.
How does that even happen???
|I compromised and did not make Golden Boy wear a collared shirt. He still hated it so much and felt so uncomfortable in it because it wasn't a t-shirt. Can you tell?|