my apprentices...

Yesterday was a big, fat loser mom of the year day for me. An anxiety filled doozy. It started off great with Dave saying he was taking the day off. Woohoo! That means I got to go to the rec. center with no kids in tow. It went downhill pretty fast though. Dave and I went to Old Navy with the babies in search of Easter/Tommy's wedding dresses. We found the perfect ones and I was happy. But it was expensive, and I stressed. I was already slightly anxious from a run-in at the School District Office. Noone could help me, and I was mad. Snotty and mad. That + our receipt got me worked up. Took the girls to our Mom and Me playgroup which helped calm me. I love my friends. I really, REALLY love them. I was excited to come home, see Dave and find out what else was on the agenda. He'd gone to work. They needed him, but I was so bummed. He didn't even get home until 6. Until I heard the garage door open and breathed a sigh of relief, here is what I had on my plate...

Molly was hungry, didn't want a nap.

Margaret was hungry and NEEDED a nap.

The kids walked in the door from school. A whirlwind is the closeset way to describe those first few moments when they get home. They all need my attention, want to tell me about their day. Mom, mom, MOM! I love to see them, but I get overwhelmed. There needs to be 2 of me in those moments.

Kids needed help with homework...all at once.

Got Alex to scouts. Picked up Alex from scouts.

Consoled Alex and Lizzy when she accidentally broke his brand new catapult he had just made at scouts.

Took pictures of my girls in their new dresses (which they wore until bedtime by the way)...not so great pictures, taken in my basement. You can rest assured though, that these little pretties will make their way to the beach for a photoshoot. :)

Cleaned Margaret's messy diaper.

Undressed Molly and got her in the tub for a much needed bath.

Asked Lizzy to feed a frustrated Margaret. Margaret grabbed the spoon from Molly's yogurt, covering the floor and her freshly changed outfit in Apple Turnover Yoplait.

Molly waits in the tub while Margaret cries and I clean.

Emily steps in and asks if I want her to bathe Molly. YES. Oh Emily, thank you so much.

Lizzy changes Margaret into some fresh clothes and finishes her dinner, while I try to clean the mess, but can't even see the sink through all the dirty dishes, so I proceed to throw them...all over the kitchen. I yelled. I kept telling Alex I wasn't mad at him, I was just mad. He thought his broken catapult had done me in, and kept apologizing.

I finally calmed myself, and thanked my sweet, sweet 9 year olds for taking over. They took the wheel. Did it all. How was I blessed with such angel girls? I could NOT have made it through my brink of a nervous breakdown day without them. I really couldn't. They eased my burdens.