I had reason to write out our weekly schedule yesterday and it's so ridiculous that all I can do is laugh. I'm publishing it out here with hopes that someday I'll be laughing for an entirely different reason - possibly because I will then think it's taxing to write for few hours, garden a bit and then go visit my grandkids.
So this is Fall 2009
Mondays
Logan school 8:30 to 3:30
Molly gym 9:30 to 10:30
Riley school 12:30 to 3:30
Finn school 12:30 to 3:00
Molly work 1 to 3
Molly work late / Lauren babysit 4 to 7
Tuesdays
Logan book club 7:25 to 8:25
Logan school 8:30 to 3:30
Molly gym 9:30 to 10:30
Riley school 12:30 to 3:30
Finn gymnastics 1 to 2
2nd Tuesday - Logan Brownies/ Riley Daisies 3:30 to 5
Riley gym 4 to 6 (will change to 6 to 8 in November - I will go and work there)
Wednesdays
Logan school 8:30 to 3:30
Finn sports camp 11 to 11:30
Riley school 12:30 to 3:30
Finn school 12:30 to 3:00
Molly work 1 to 3
Logan choir 4:30 to 5:45
Molly work late
Thursdays
Logan school 8:30 to 3:30
Molly gym 9:30 to 10:30
Riley school 12:30 to 3:30
Finn playdate with Blair in afternoon
Molly work until late / Lauren babysit 4 to 7
Riley gym 4 to 6 (will change to 6 to 8 in November - I will go and work there)
Fridays
Logan school 8:30 to 3:30
Molly gym 9:30 to 10:30
Riley school 12:30 to 3:30
Finn school 12:30 3
Molly work 1 to 3
Don't even ask about the weekends....
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Believing
Last night while waiting for Riley at gymnastics, Logan came up to me and asked me to pull her tooth out, said it was twisted all the way around and she couldn't get it. So I did - right then and there.
You see, for every single tooth that Logan has lost, other than the first, this has been the game plan. She doesn't like to pull the trigger on that final pluck, so I get in there and do it for her. It all started because they would get so loose and literally be blowing around her mouth with each breath. I was too scared to let her go to sleep for fear she'd choke.
I think the mom next to me at the gym was horrified, but it works for us.
I was glad to have her lose the tooth, it has been a long time coming. But I immediately felt the dread of what might be asked of me in the wee hours. You see, Logan is far too analytical and inquisitive to just put her tooth under her pillow or ask Santa for a toy. No, this child writes the tooth fairy a letter, with lists of very mature questions and requests frameable images from the big man. Her antics have resulted in much running around and massive amounts of time spent with photo software.
These aren't easy questions, either. They involve things like what happens to all the teeth the tooth fairy collects. Once she received that ridiculously contrived answer, she had many more. Last night, the tooth fairy was asked to produce a picture of the leather bag she collects all kids' teeth in. (In case you didn't know, she waits until it's full and then scatters them across the sky to twinkle with the stars.) Going with this was a late night decision made last year after an hour of research online - still makes me cringe!
Anyway, I have no idea how things got so complicated. There was no image readily available of the leather bag last night, so I bunted and hope it won't come up again. She was thrilled with the letter she received and the $1 bill. I was thrilled it was so windy that she slept with Riley in her room and left her tooth in her own.
I know our believing days are on the downturn - there are too many kids on this block and in school ready to ruin it all. So for now, I'll keep on running around like a nut to find Rudolph's actual sleigh bell or a photo of him - real photo - with the red nose to boot. If anyone has one, give me a call!
The tooth fairy gave Logan a bit of good advice to bring us through the next phase of things. It said, "Just believe in the magic of it all and the things you want to know will be right inside your mind." She didn't seem disappointed - maybe it will work!
You see, for every single tooth that Logan has lost, other than the first, this has been the game plan. She doesn't like to pull the trigger on that final pluck, so I get in there and do it for her. It all started because they would get so loose and literally be blowing around her mouth with each breath. I was too scared to let her go to sleep for fear she'd choke.
I think the mom next to me at the gym was horrified, but it works for us.
I was glad to have her lose the tooth, it has been a long time coming. But I immediately felt the dread of what might be asked of me in the wee hours. You see, Logan is far too analytical and inquisitive to just put her tooth under her pillow or ask Santa for a toy. No, this child writes the tooth fairy a letter, with lists of very mature questions and requests frameable images from the big man. Her antics have resulted in much running around and massive amounts of time spent with photo software.
These aren't easy questions, either. They involve things like what happens to all the teeth the tooth fairy collects. Once she received that ridiculously contrived answer, she had many more. Last night, the tooth fairy was asked to produce a picture of the leather bag she collects all kids' teeth in. (In case you didn't know, she waits until it's full and then scatters them across the sky to twinkle with the stars.) Going with this was a late night decision made last year after an hour of research online - still makes me cringe!
Anyway, I have no idea how things got so complicated. There was no image readily available of the leather bag last night, so I bunted and hope it won't come up again. She was thrilled with the letter she received and the $1 bill. I was thrilled it was so windy that she slept with Riley in her room and left her tooth in her own.
I know our believing days are on the downturn - there are too many kids on this block and in school ready to ruin it all. So for now, I'll keep on running around like a nut to find Rudolph's actual sleigh bell or a photo of him - real photo - with the red nose to boot. If anyone has one, give me a call!
The tooth fairy gave Logan a bit of good advice to bring us through the next phase of things. It said, "Just believe in the magic of it all and the things you want to know will be right inside your mind." She didn't seem disappointed - maybe it will work!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Latest Finnism
I guess some things are just ingrained in us. Like the fact that little girls love to dress up or how little boys make car noises instinctively. I'm sure there are countless examples of this, even into our lives as adults. Things that we just do, or feel, or are, that just can't be explained.
Even knowing that this is true about the human race, I could never have predicted Finn's latest epiphany at his early age. All I can say is, it must be built in.
While we were making lasagna yesterday afternoon, Finn announced, without warning or hesitation, "I have a very big penis."
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes, I do. And my friend so-and-so's penis is a tiny penis. Mine is much bigger."
"What?" I almost screamed from shock. "You haven't ever seen anyone else's penis!"
"I know. But my penis is the biggest penis of all. It's bigger than everyone's."
This all came out so matter of fact - like it's just the way it is. I have NO idea where he would even get the idea that"size matters". I am still confused and shocked a day later.
Some things must just be in the genes. Or the jeans. Ugh.
By the way, "so-and-so" has a name. It has been omitted to protect the innocent. I'd hate to ruin his life at his also early age!
Even knowing that this is true about the human race, I could never have predicted Finn's latest epiphany at his early age. All I can say is, it must be built in.
While we were making lasagna yesterday afternoon, Finn announced, without warning or hesitation, "I have a very big penis."
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes, I do. And my friend so-and-so's penis is a tiny penis. Mine is much bigger."
"What?" I almost screamed from shock. "You haven't ever seen anyone else's penis!"
"I know. But my penis is the biggest penis of all. It's bigger than everyone's."
This all came out so matter of fact - like it's just the way it is. I have NO idea where he would even get the idea that"size matters". I am still confused and shocked a day later.
Some things must just be in the genes. Or the jeans. Ugh.
By the way, "so-and-so" has a name. It has been omitted to protect the innocent. I'd hate to ruin his life at his also early age!
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