Breathe In, Breathe Out

This weekend was an exercise in patience, which I have never admitted to have a lot of. Friday night...clothes laid out for three little girls, everyone given instructions that we needed to get dressed and ready to go to Brad's friend's house around 11:30. Saturday morning...I run around getting everyone dressed, hair brushed, bellies fed, toys for the ride gathered and we are off...Well, nearly. Where's Brad? According to Sara who runs inside to look for him, he is covered in blood and might be while. Okay. So we wait (yeah, I know, I should have run in to see if he was still alive but somehow I had a feeling it was a manageable bleed), and wait. Five minutes later, no Brad. So in I go to drag the bloody man out into the car already. Somehow, after cutting apples for the kids, he got a tiny cut on his hand which got all over his shirt and pants. Clothes changed. Off we go, 20 minutes late.

At 1:20 we arrive at his friend's house. The door opens. "Um, hi Brad. The party starts at 4pm."

Breathe in, breathe out.

So feeling like complete idiots after hanging out in the living room for 10 minutes while his friend and wife run around the house in their sweat pants getting things ready, we pile all the kids back into the car to go have lunch and to drive around the area until 4pm. (P.S., Sophia did not take a nap on the ride up as planned so you can guess how well the lunch went.)

Breathe in, breathe out.

At 4pm, it's back at their house again to start all over. At 5:15 I ask Brad when he plans to tell his friend that we have plans to meet my friends in Philadelphia at 6:00. "Um, ok, Brad. We actually got you a cake since you're leaving the company next week. Guess we'll pack it up for you." Plans with my friends cancelled.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Dinner is ready. Everyone sits down to eat while I am led around and around the deck outside by our littlest, rowdiest child. Soon, I am granted a few minutes to sit down and eat. No conversation longer than 3 minutes is possible with anyone at the party because our darling, cranky child continually wants "uppa, owside, and walk". At 8pm, all children are piled back into the car for our ride home. No one falls asleep. They are all revved up from ice cream and brownies.

Breathe in, breathe out. Tomorrow is another day.

Comments

[Ammie]

Are you still married after all of that???!!! Bet it was an interesting ride home!