Its Friday and I should be happy. The weekend is upon us! Well, for most of us. For me, Friday is just the continuing story of chaos and questionable parenting. I have a paper due, which I have yet to start, I have a field trip to chaperon with #6 while I drag #7 along, and laundry. Piles and piles of laundry.
First off, the paper. It is supposed to be about the Human Service professionals view on immigration and reform. I have written the following: I would like to immigrate to an beach on an island. Preferably in the Caribbean. I am pretty sure this is not what my professor wants out of my paper. I have until midnight tonight to finish it. It’s a good start though, right?
Second, #6’s field trip. I might have forgotten that it was actually today. I signed the permission form, sent the money for lunch, and even signed up to chaperon. But in between doing that and #6’s constant reminders (what, me forget?) I sort of … forgot. Until this morning when #6’s teacher reminded me of when to meet at school. Gulp. So, I have time to start a paper, change out of pajamas, maybe put on some make up (lip gloss and mascara it is) brush out my hair (who am I kidding, i’m clipping that mess up) and get #7 ready. Yep, this is going to go well. Thankfully the field trip is to a local pizza place. They are studying business (in Kindergarten!) and the owner is nice enough to let the kindergartners trample through his business and make pizzas. At least I get to eat out.
Finally, laundry. Oh laundry how I hate you. I like clean clothes, I don’t mind washing them, and I don’t mind drying them. But I hate the process of it. Sorting clothes into piles: his, mine, whites, towels, unknown. Than the folding of said laundry. And finally, the putting up of the clothes. And by that I mean which laundry basket is it going into until I have a burst of energy and actually hang them up.
On top of all of this, which is actually fairly normal, I have #7 taking off his diaper constantly and running around like he is on Naked and Afraid. Which I am. Not naked, but definitely afraid because he is not fully (not even halfway) potty trained and likes to leave his droppings in strange and hard to clean places. I was quite proud of him yesterday. He pooped in a pot and peed behind the couch in a pattern that resembled a penis. Maybe he will be an artist. Proud mommy moment.
In closing (have to practice that paper) I will be late to #6’s field trip because #7 will not want to put pants on and I will have on a sweater that will pass for clean as long as nobody looks too hard at that small spot where I dropped a donut earlier. And I will write the paper. Definitely before midnight.