8:50- drive Noah to school
9:00- take Kamron to work then rush home for psychology appointment for Miles
10:00: begin marathon psychology appointment (an hour and a half!) for Miles. I love love love that Miles therapist is so into helping him.
11:45- run to Noah's school to pick him up, swallow food on the go and get to Miles 3(ish) year checkup.
12:45- doctors appointment that went on forever trying to figure out why our kid won't grow. Today's stats for an estimated 36-39 month old. 31 inches tall and 22.8 pounds. Tomorrow's agenda includes fasting blood work to check for juvenile diabetes and thyroid conditions. Good times.
2:00- leave doctor's office and speed down the interstate to get home to get Sadie off the bus
3:00- waste time blogging when I should be doing a million other things
4:00- get one to Karate
5:15- pick up daughter and go rescue husband from work
5:30- get dropped off and scrape together some dinner before hubby has to get to church for a meeting.
7:00- baths, homework,spongebob,stories, teeth, prayers, lather-rinse-repeat
As I sat in my car to and from all these appointments I wondered why in the world I bothered to go to college and get a marketing degree. I should have just majored in carpooling! (Or nursery rhymes or laundry or dirty dishes or potty training) It seems like every few weeks we have a stretch of days where all of our appointments just mount up and all of our committee meetings all meet at the same time and I am reduced down to just my driver's license. It is these weeks where I want to pull my hair out and I have to remind myself why it is that we don't just sell everything and go live in a shack on the beach with no possessions but our bathing suits and some lawn chairs. Come to think of it, I can't really remember why it is that we don't do that. Hmmmm. There's a thought.
If you can't find me it's because I'm in my car...