Those Days That Never Go According to Plan

Is there any other kind of day? They happen at work, and they happen at home. And today is one of them. I was going to get up early and post. Start the day with something for me. I got up at 8 o’clock. EIGHT. Radical. I threw a load of laundry in shortly after waking, because Wednesday I am not at the office and so I do laundry. Then I realized there were sleeping bags in the tent, which J pitched about 10 days ago, just before it started to rain for eight days. What I found: two very mildewy sleeping bags. When I went to put them in the washer, I found it unbalanced. Had to redistribute load and restart washer. I already have helped J with some of his paperwork, been on the phone with two friends about upcoming playdates, e-mailed with Sarah (duh), checked in at work, settled the kids (temporarily) with pages for a coloring contest at our local supermarket. I’ve even eaten toast and had some coffee. The day is actually going fairly smoothly. No major child-related conflicts. Would you believe I am not crabby? Strange but true.
But now I must get the baby. Get dressed. Maybe even brush my teeth. And get on to the park, where all of B’s school friends are meeting for the morning. It’s a surprise for him, and as much as I have a zillion things to do around the house or for work or for the blog (oh the catching up), now I need to go give the kids an activity so maybe later I can do what I want to do. Because as I write, things are breaking down. Kids are yelling for my attention. The baby needs a nap. Water is boiling in the kitchen for B’s third breakfast of oatmeal. And so, maybe later…