Today, was less than amazing. It was one of those days where you wake up, things seemingly go fine, you are naively thinking that it's going to be smooth sailing, everything is going like clockwork. Then it goes off the rails. It's like life decides to slap you up side the head because you "think" you have a handle on things.
This was officially day 4 of school for the kids. Everyone got off TO school just fine. My morning routine is no picnic, but it could be worse. I wake up, make 4 lunches, drive Ava & Lucia to school, then do a loop and drop Romeo. Then I come home, get Gia and drop her at the bus stop (which is about 7 minutes away). None of the drives are long, it's just a lot of in and out of the car for micro-drives.
I then came home and spent an hour and a half furiously picking up the house because this was the day the house was going to be cleaned and you have to pre-clean on those days or else they can't even get down to the bottom level TO clean. We had a lot of layers lying around.
Then mid-morning Lucia busts open the front door and declares she's dropping out of high school. She yells that she hates school and wants to go to another high school (and rattles off three schools that she can't go to). She had walked the 1.5 miles home from school and bailed out on P.E. So that was fun talking her down, and trying to make her understand that a new school is brutal, and it would feel brutal for awhile, but she had to soldier on because it WOULD get better. Plus if she didn't go to school she couldn't do anything fun on the weekend on account of the fact she'd be grounded. She decided she'd go back.
In the midst of that mania, I got a call from the school nurse at Gia's school. Apparently Gia was in horrible pain and I needed to come get her-ASAP. Gia, notorious for her amazingly LOW pain threshold, was apparently dying of a stomach ache. I drove the 20 minutes to her school, signed her out, helped her hobble to the car, ruled out appendicitis and diagnosed her with needing to have a bowel movement. Yep, that's right. Gia was literally crying her eyes out because of stomach pains due entirely to having to poop. I drove her home, talked her off her pain ledge, put her in a bath, and within 30 minutes she was ok...but weak from all the horrible pain. No joke.
Then I went to finish picking up the house and found six empty hard cider cans in Ava's room, among other alcohol remnants which included Smirnoff and orange juice. I'm guessing her sleep over with 6 girls a couple of weekends ago involved some kind of party (BTW, she claims her friends brought it...but would you expect any other response?) So that was wonderful. Parenting teens is torture, seriously torture. I was a naughty teen myself, so my eyes are wide open. You'd think it would make it easier for me because despite my naughtiness I didn't end up homeless or a pathological liar, yet that gives me very little comfort.
Did I mention that John was gone to LA for two days? It's a law of the universe that whenever the stomach flu hits, a bone is broken, or the kids have any crisis over 8.0 on the Richter scale, he's gone.
And that my friends, was my day. Those are the worst of the highlights, but there were also plenty semi-crappy highlights that I'm sparing you. You're welcome.
Suffice it to say, I can safely say that I deserve a little retail treat, and because Lilla P. is our "it" designer today, I'm going to find something wonderful from LP. It's a pretty new line for us truthfully, we've only carried it for a couple of years, but we've all completely fallen in love with the line. It sells out too quick, I keep missing out on my size, but the pieces I've bought have been so fantastic. They manage to do some really great basics, but that feel fresh with little added details to make them special. The quality is great, and the fit is beloved for a reason.
I'm currently crazy for the reversible sleeveless poncho...it's SO adorable on, and I'm in love with the fact that it's reversible. It's like two poncho's in one. It's fantastic layered over a long sleeve tee, and thrown on with jeans. That will make me happy, and right now, I deserve a little happy right? I might even have to splurge on a little LP cashmere....also a weakness of mine. Yes, I think adding a little cashmere would actually make me feel better. At the very least look better right?
Signed, ME {lv}
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