Making Paper Airplanes Whilst Naked

Today has been one of those days. I know it could be way worse, I could be involved in Fiscal Cliff negotiations. Let me give you the run down shall I?

7:00 a.m. – Wake up, walk to kitchen, realize that we are out of coffee. Get kids milk and make three different breakfasts, because of picky eaters and various food allergies. Eat. Clean up.

8:00 a.m. – Get everyone dressed (except myself) and try to fix my daughter’s hair when she proceeds to pour out the entire container of one bajillion teeny tiny hair ties all over the family room floor.  Clean up.

9:00 a.m. – Still making kids pick up hair ties.

9:30 a.m. – Put on a show and take the fastest shower known to man. Hop out to find 1,000 pieces of notebook paper shoved under the bathroom door. I hear kids begging me to "pleeeeaaasssse" make paper airplanes. I quickly fold paper airplanes while still damp and shove them back under the door. Get dressed.

10:00 a.m. – Play paper airplanes.

10:30 a.m. – Empty dishwasher, switch laundry, and fold clothes which also includes the constant yelling of, “Stop touching my piles!” Clean up.

11:30 - Begin lunch prep. Turn my back for a second, and find all three kids peeling all the bananas in the fruit bowl. I debate if I should punish them by making them eat all of said bananas (the whole smoke the whole pack mentality). I realize this is a horrible idea as if they throw up, I’m the one who has to clean up yet another thing in this house. Finish lunch and put kids down for naps. Clean up.

12:35 p.m. – hear goofing around. Put everyone back in their own beds.

12:37 p.m. - hear goofing around. Put everyone back in their own beds.

12:40 p.m. - hear goofing around. Put everyone back in their own beds.

12:45 p.m. – Ahhh, silence. I turn on Everybody Loves Raymond and realize that since getting married and having kids this show is no longer funny. Turn off TV. Check email, blog, start project, go through school paperwork, menu plan, cut coupons, pick up, dust, go through mail, and fold another load of laundry.

2:00 p.m. – Oldest son comes downstairs to report that he can no longer sleep and has “accidentally” busted open a glow stick. Commence clean up of toxic glow substance, which wakes the other two children.

2:30 p.m. – Make snack. Eat. Clean up.

3:00 p.m. – Sit down and try to do a craft with kids. Clean Up.

4:00 p.m. – Kids go to wash hands. I hear giggling and screeching and run to bathroom to find a full fledged water fight going on.  Clean up.

5:00 p.m. – Begin dinner prep and count minutes until husband walks in the door.

5:05 p.m. – Husband walks in, tells me he is sorry for bad day, and asks if I need alone time. I respond with an emphatic,  "Heck yes!" Put on running shoes and go outside. See wet snow. Debate if it is better to walk in snow or go back inside.

When I have days like this, I try to find some kind of place where it is ok for my kids to play and work off some energy. Energy that would otherwise be spent being mischievous. Somewhere that is safe, clean, and has awesome toys. The KidsWork Children’s Museum in Frankfort is one of those places South of I-80. When you are having one of those days, pack up your kids and go. Unfortunately for me, it is closed on Mondays.

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