"Awesome. We're RIGHT on time." My husband has to leave early for another meeting each week, which means I get myself and 3 kids bathed and groomed and fed. No problem.
BUT...then I took a look at Zoe's dress! Ack! I had put a bib on her while she'd eaten her breakfast, so the dress wouldn't get food on it, but it was such a loooong dress (really I should have saved it for Easter next year) that she somehow got it caught in the tall stool that sits at the counter. While spinning around trying to get unstuck, she got grease all over the hem and lower inches of the brand new white dress! Argh. I decided to work on the stains later and ran to get a new dress.
"Fine. We're MOSTLY on time. Just a little tardy." Everyone piled into the car and we got ready to drive 5 minutes to the church. EWww! What's that awful smell!? Oh yeah... I asked my husband to SAVE the grass clippings from when he mowed the lawn the day before. They were safely stowed in a huge blue tupperware bin in the back of the car - ready for me to take to the garden and use as mulch. Except...the clippings were a little damp and sat all night in a hot car, creating a rotten stench in the car and garage!
We couldn't drive to church with that smell, so we quickly stopped by the garden and I jumped out and dumped the clippings into our plot. I'll just have to go back sometime later to spread them properly!
"Fine. We're A BIT late. Everyone's happy and good. Not too bad." We drove down the road.
"Hey Mom, do you think you could give me a haircut today?" Guy asked. Without turning around, I answered, "Guy, I'd be DELIGHTED to give you a haircut!" (Wow, this is the first time any child has ASKED for one!) Then I glanced back at him...
Aaack! His hair was standing straight up in a mohawk-like spike, sculptured by a big wad of red chewing gum!
I let the boys and myself chew gum each Sunday while we're at church...I figure it's a perk that makes Sunday just a little more fun. Zoe is anxious for the day when she's four and can be part of our gum ritual (she did chew gum 6 months ago...and left it on a chair...which Daddy sat on in his good pants...which led to her long probation). As another Sunday perk, I also let all the kids have a bowl of sugary cereal when we get home from church. It's the only time during the week that sugary cereal graces our counters! (except when someone's being sneaky)
But EGADS! How can a boy get gum from his mouth to hair in less than ten minutes, and not know how it happened? We entered the church building and I asked the first person I saw, "Do you have a pair of scissors?" Brother Allen DID in fact, have tiny scissors on his swiss army knife. Excellent. I took Guy in the bathroom and did a 5-minute snip and repair job.
And...okay! We were 20 minutes late. And I wonder sometimes WHY I have so many half-finished chores (a half-cleaned dress, half-mulched garden, and half-cut head of hair were generated in less than 20 minutes) and end up being late, when I was so well organized to begin with.
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