I won’t try to fool you. We had a good, solid, uneventful day. It makes for calm nerves but not for riveting blog posts. At times I actually found myself hoping something would go horribly wrong so I could blog it, but God mercifully ignored those thoughts. If you’re looking for laughs, you’re more likely to find them here. But if you’re truly curious about how our grand plan for A Very Busy Day went off, here’s the report.
Our goal was to make it out the door by 7:30. Events conspired against us. First, the alarm for those who wanted early showers didn’t go off. Everyone slept soundly until 6:45, leaving us just 45 minutes.
At 7:15, we decided to eat breakfast in the breakroom when we dropped off Dad. We packed 2 quarts of homemade granola and grabbed a half-full jug of milk. There. That was easy. We could still leave on time if all went well.
And then we had our standard shoe crisis. Why do I still refuse to write the shoe crisis into the plan? Call it denial. I very nearly took Bethany to her first-ever dental cleaning barefoot. When you have 10 kids, people are more than willing to laugh with you at stuff like this. If 9 out of 10 kids have shoes, that’s 90%. That’s an A, right? Socks are extra credit. People are impressed at stats like these. So while we did look frantically for her missing shoes, I really wasn’t panicked about the possibility that we wouldn’t find them.
Nonetheless, my girls came through. One shoe turned up in a corner of the kitchen hidden amongst the aprons, while the other was found under my bed. We left just 10 minutes late with everyone in good spirits – not always the case on these hurried early mornings – and made it all the way to town without a hint of vomit. No, don’t click the link. Never click through a link that says vomit.
On the way to town, the kids asked if they could eat a Starburst candy. They had received a whole bag just the night before as a gift from a friend who was leaving town soon, and I had told them to wait to open it until today. Since I try to say “yes” more often than “no,” I did it. I let my kids eat candy before breakfast. I’m cool that way, sometimes. Sometimes I’m not, but we don’t talk about those times.
It wasn’t until much later that the irony struck me – the kids were eating candy on their way to the dentist. When did I figure this out? Actually, it was as we left the dentist – right after I gave the go-ahead on yet another round of Starburst. Yes, my kids ate candy on the way to and from the dentist. And I’m reasonably sure that I’ve given our dentist the url to our blog. I hope she doesn’t read our blog.
The checkups went well. Bethany’s hygienist went on and on about how good she was; she had never actually cleaned a 2yo’s teeth because they simply don’t cooperate but Bethany was an angel. Perry impressed his hygienist too by allowing her to do a complete cleaning plus x-rays. Apparently this is uncommon for a 4yo boy. At any rate it was a great improvement over his first appointment, when he heard his name being called and hid under the end table, then utterly refused to cooperate. Yes, the checkups went very well.
After the dentist, we beat it back to VF for lunch with my hunney. Then I took 8 children to WalMart. Just 8, because 2 of the older girls were helping my sister today. It’s been a long time since I shopped with 8 children. It’s insanely fun, if you’re into insanity. We had to use 2 carts, didn’t get much shopping done and didn’t make very good time, but it was nice to be out en masse.
Next I dropped 6 children with their dad while Deanna, Parker and I finished up the shopping. At our first major stop, I took the advice of my very wise friends and readers who recommended chocolate: dark chocolate-covered almonds were on sale, which I took as a sign from heaven. After all, chocolate is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. I was happy.
At Costco, we saw…wow. He had to be from NYC. Nobody in San Antonio is this cool. His hair was two-toned and stood in a dramatic spiky sculpture, far taller than his head, leaning onward and upward in an incredible swooshing shape. How does hair do that? I don’t know how it is where you live, but here we don’t see high fashion like this outside the international airport. We desperately wanted a photo to share the sight with others, but my phone was dead and we were too shy to ask anyway. Do you think he would have minded? At any rate we had to be content just to stare while he struggled to load an enormous 3-dimensional human skull, so big it hardly went through the door of his car. I can’t help but wonder what one does with a skull like that.
You really didn’t want to hear the whole day, did you? I listened to a message from the Baby Conference; saw my sister’s new apartment; ate grilled pizza (cooked by Deanna on the company grill); ran 3 extra errands (but skipped the bank and videos); made one last grocery stop on the way home; had more chocolate (thanks to my hunney); and we all arrived home at 11:15 after nearly 16 hours of errands.
This was a good day. Sleep will make it even better. The best part: my hunney has tomorrow off work.
PS. I just visited the Vision Forum site and saw that they are giving $25 off any order of $75 or more. Use the code INSTANT25. I don’t know how long it’s good.by