Piano Lesson Day

6:45 a.m. Alarm clock rings. Groan. Assume it's ringing for husband. Remember that friend is waiting at the corner to run with you. Decide to fake sick.


6:46 a.m. Kitty taps face and begins purring. She heard the alarm and she's ready for breakfast. Roll over. Push kitty away....Kitty is persistent...and sharp.


6:47 a.m. Get up. Feed cat. As long as I'm up, put on running clothes. Start first of about 37 loads of laundry. Off to the corner.


7:55 a.m. Back home. Sweaty. Husband gone to work. All kids sleeping. Ahhh....quiet. Wait a minute! It's piano lesson day! I have 20 minutes to get someone ready and dropped off for a lesson!


7:56 a.m. Wake up least grouchy child. (I'm not naming names, but he knows who he is.) Watch his tedious, bleary-eyed, 18 minute progress from bed to dressed to in the car. Hand him nutritious, home cooked breakfast. Pop-tart. Drop off at piano.


8:20 a.m. Repeat previous step with second least grouchy child. Allow 25 minutes for bleary-eyed progression.

8:50 a.m. Repeat project "wake and annoy" for 3rd time with most grouchy child (or least grouchy teenager if you want to look for the positive side of things). Stand well clear of all thrown objects. Allow 40 minutes for out of bed to in car with pop-tart progression.

10:15 a.m. Piano done. Phew! One more week of lessons behind me with limited casualties.

10:16 a.m. Now to get 3 boys to practice the piano for the next 7 days.

10:17 a.m. Remind myself why I put everyone through this week after week.

Ahhhh..summer

A few nights ago I woke up from a horrible nightmare. It was the first day of school and I was frantically wrangling my children in the vain hope of getting them to their different schools on time. We somehow had forgotten to calendar this important date and it had caught us unprepared and completely by surprise. So I was slapping together lunches one moment-(It seems we hadn't been to the grocery store in a while so mostly "lunch" consisted of stale pop-tarts, and food storage apples)-searching under beds for lost shoes and uniforms the next.
I was desperate for some help, but for some reason Cory was out of town for work and I was running solo. My teenager was refusing to get out of his bed and my baby was in tears with first day jitters. I was at my wits end. You know that hysteria that accompanies really bad dreams? Then, to make matters worse, I looked out the window to see if the carpool had arrived just in time to see the SNOW PLOW drive past my house. That's right, it was the last week of August, but a freak snow-storm had dropped 4 inches in the night. (I'm desperately afraid that this might somehow be a freaky premonition.) Luckily, as I pulled myself from the window in a panic, my alarm clock started beeping my reprieve.

Summer is busy..I find myself running around like crazy getting ready for scout camp, girls camp, youth conference, cub day camp, my in-laws return from their 3 year mission, 2 family vacations...not to mention my regular every day business of life. But there is a special freedom that comes with no homework, later bedtimes, and 9:00 sunsets.

I love summer.