I miss our vacation already. Today was back to normal. Wake up, rush to get Amber ready for school. Teach morning piano lessons. Put the baby down for a nap. Try to plan my errands around the baby's non-existant nap schedule. Try to manipulate her naps & feedings so she'll sleep through afternoon piano lessons, and not get hungry during them. Endure Kate's continual "Mom, can I watch a movie?, Mom can I play a computer game? Mom, can I get out more toys?" Make phonecalls to reschedule 12 piano lessons for a family vacation (they're all rescheduled. Yea!). Make paper air-planes with Kate. Make phonecalls to locate the very special present Amber has requested for her birthday. Go walking with my wonderful neighbor friend. Eat lunch. Kate got her standard bread & jam, carrotes, & chocolate milk. I added a boiled egg this time to make me feel good. (She ate 3 bites). Then, clean up the after-math of the toys, markers, & crayons Kate got out earlier. Do preschool activities with Kate to give her some positive attention, all the while trying to remember her 4-year old antics are cute, not annoying. Make cookies for the piano kids who are coming for group lessons. Greet Amber at 2:35 and try to spend a positive moment with her, get Kate ready for dance class, and feed the baby before students arrive for group lessons at 3:00. Teach a fun group lesson to 3 goofy 7 year olds and then 8 "trying-to-discover my identity" 9-14 yr olds. (The group with 8 older kids was far easier than the trio of 7 year olds). 5:30, wait for Amber to confess where she hid the babysitter's bouncy ball, so I can take said babysitter home. Sigh. Load up three kids, including one hungry baby to take babysitter home. Return home and feed the baby then frantically make dinner. Briefly pause to greet my wonderful spouse, who takes the time to make more paper airplanes and fly them with the girls. That was my happy moment. Eat dinner as a family (no one complained about what I made-- another happy moment). Family scripture study, bedtime stories, family prayer, feed the baby. Make repeated requests for kids to get ready for bed, them grump at them when they don't. "Mom, why are you acting like this?" Apologize to kids. Spend a calm moment talking to Amber (another happy moment). "Mom, I can't find my blankie. Mom, I need a drink. Mom, Amber won't let me sleep. Mom, can I have a story in my bed?" Did we get to homework? Are you kidding? Ah, all is quiet, but I'm too wound up to go to bed myself. Write a long blog entry. Laugh outloud. Yes, this is the life I choose and love. Minus the 22 piano students. I love them all, but 12 would fit into family life more smoothly.
