Can I PLEASE go back to bed???

My comedy of errors actually started yesterday afternoon. The Princess has been having some issues and needed to see the Dr. She was prescribed an antibiotic, which I needed to go pick up at Target. I also had two other prescriptions to pick up and wanted to look at the Halloween stuff on clearance, so i decided to go after my day care charges got picked up, on my way to pick SB up from cheer. I was cutting it close at the pharmacy, but Target is generally really good, and SB never gets done right on time, so i thought I would be fine. I drop off the Princess' prescription and tell them I need a refill on Mark's. They tell me to give them 20 minutes, so the kiddos and I walk around Target, go through the Halloween stuff and get back after about 25 minutes. They need to mix the antibiotic still, no big deal. Oh, except they forgot to fill the other prescription and it'll be 10 more minutes! I'm already late, so I basically empty my cart on their counter and tell them I can't wait, I'll have to come back later. Argh!



Rush off to get SB. Now mind you, I have less than 45 minutes left to feed these kids, get them home and get my self ready to be back at church. SB is holding the coach's baby. The coach is on the phone....... 10 minutes later, we finally get to leave. We stop to eat and I call my mom, who is on her way to my house to take SB to dance and stay with the kids since the teenager is at football practice. Can she just meet us at Arby's? Sure! 5 minutes later, she calls back. There has been an accident and she won't make it in time for me to run home and get ready. The kids are still eating. So? No makeup or changing clothes for me for church! And? she might not make it in time to go get SB's clothes and get her to dance. I call the teenager, who miraculously is just leaving practice. Can he PLEASE run home, get SB's dance stuff together and meet us at church? Listening to SB and him on the phone while she's trying to tell him what to pack was a sit-com unto itself, for sure!



My mom and the teenager both make it to church, SB gets off to dance, and Generations goes relatively well. I go back to Target after church to pick up the meds, they still have my stuff from earlier, and I'm headed home. I call Mark (who has left church and is headed to the gym) and we're talking about SB and cheer and dance...DANCE!!! DANCE!!! SB is still at dance! I was supposed to pick her up when i left Target. I am almost home, and have to turn around to go back to get her! Luckily, she had just finished when I got there, so she has no idea that I almost FORGOT TO PICK HER UP!!!!!



Fast forward through far too little sleep again to this morning. The Princess wakes up fine, takes a shower with me, is being perfectly pleasant. Gets ready for school. And then....the trauma! She HAS to eat breakfast because this medicine will tear up her stomach if she doesn't. Except? She's not hungry. I tell her she must eat anyway so she can take the meds before she goes to school. She takes one bite of her french toast, spits it into the napkin and runs and hides in the car. I go out and bring her in and tell her she must eat. she throws a fit like I've never seen. This is not a child who throws fits. Ever. Well, this fit? Oh.my.gosh. It took her very big older brother( who was late for football trying to help me corral this child) to finally pick her up and sit her on my lap so I could force feed her two bites of french toast. No amount of threatening, cajoling, anything was going to get her to eat. She didn't care about the medicine, she took that fine. For whatever reason, she did not want to eat. We finally leave for school, 15 minutes late. We get there as the bell is ringing. I'm getting out of the car, with a baggie full of change (really like $20 woth ofquarters and dimes) for something I was working on at school, and drop it. Change flies all over the parking lot. At that point? I seriously thought about just lying there in the middle of the road to see what would happen...