Off On the Wrong Foot

I had high hopes that today would be the day that things would get back to normal around here. By 11 a.m., "disappointment" was my middle name and I was longing for my p.j.s and a long nap under the covers.


Tuesdays are Bible Study days, so I always have to be on my game to get everyone up and going and out the door. This takes considerable planning and bag packing and causes me a slight bit of stress every Monday night. But, lo and behold, I always get it done.


Last night was no different. I got the kiddos bathed and in the bed, finished laundry, cleaned the kitchen, picked up the thousand toys strewn about the house, decluttered as much as possible, took a shower (even shaved my legs!), dried my hair, and finished the last two sections of my Bible Study assignments that I've had two weeks now to complete. In my defense, I'm dealing with some heavy stuff in this study and some "ancient ruins" are being torn down and rebuilt in my heart. It's taking me some time to mentally process it all.


By 12:30 a.m., I was in bed with my snoring husband. My alarm was set for 7:30 a.m., and I said a desperate prayer that I would fall asleep quickly and not be disturbed before then.


Again, not a chance. Tyler was yelling for me at 6 a.m. because he couldn't find his water. Once that was recovered, he wanted me to read all his books. A firm "no" and a stern talking to and we were both back in bed. Nonetheless, that alarm and Lydie's little cries came all too soon.


With every ounce of energy I could muster, we were out the door and on the way to church right on time. When I pulled in, Krista and her kids pulled in beside me. She and I walked to the nursery together, chatting about how glad we were to be back in a routine.


Fast forward 40 minutes. That's about the time we learned that since the public schools had been delayed by two hours, Bible Study was canceled. Fantastic. Now what?


We reloaded the car and my stomach was growling like a lion since I hadn't taken the time to eat a bite for breakfast. I decided that the canceled Bible Study was a good excuse for a sausage biscuit. With breakfast in hand and no desire to go straight back home, I took the kids to the public library for the first time ever.


Tyler was thrilled as I sought every truck book in the place. After one hour of looking and about two million "read it again, Mommy"s, we were set to check out.


"Hi," I said to the guy at the desk. "We are new in town and I need to see about getting a library card so we can check out these books."


"Oh, okay," he said. "I just need some form of i.d. with your current address on it."


Well, that was the end of that wasted hour.


I haven't bothered to change my driver's license because we won't be here long enough for it to matter, and, since I rarely write a check, I haven't had any new ones printed with the current address. He asked me if I had any mail or anything I could use to show my current residence, but I had nothing. Nada.


Try explaining that to a two year old hyped up on all the truck books he wants to take home.


By the time we got home and ate lunch and the babies went down for naps, I was exhausted. Unfortunately, the grocery list needed to be written, the coupons clipped, and, let's face it, Facebook needed to be checked.


And, it's a good thing I didn't try to rest because that boy of mine screamed for his mommy for the entire three hours I left him in his room.


Now, it's 5 p.m. I have nothing planned for dinner because Danny was supposed to pick up some chicken for my casserole on the way home from his doctor appointment but it ran late.


That means, I'm declaring an "out to eat" night. And, I might just sabotage every Weight Watchers point I have left for this week because I need some comfort food.


And my p.j.s.