A Typical Day Turned Aytpical

Yesterday started off like many other days.

I scrambled out the door with three kids in tow.

I dropped them off at school.

I went to Mass (Okay, let me just say – I do not do this daily, but I do like to go during the week when I can).

I stopped at the grocery for a few things – I am now realizing I forgot to buy the broccoli for the broccoli cheese soup I was going to prepare for supper tonight. Oops!


I then came home & settled into doing household chores – mostly laundry. It was at this point I realized a family of five generates more laundry than humanly possibly to keep up with. Nonetheless, I kept after this losing battle.

Shortly after lunch I received a phone call from Dan.

“Could you possibly go by the Post Office and pick up some chicks?”

Oddly enough, this phone call is not even odd at our house.

We went on to talk about several other things, and a short time later ended our call.

Before I knew it, it was time to pick up the kids from school.

The boys were in desperate need of a haircut, and I had just over an hour to get that accomplished before the evening practices began.

Amazingly, all three kiddos were able to get their haircuts at the same time. This was a relief for multiple reasons. One, because Griffin was convinced he could be a werewolf for Halloween, and wouldn’t even need a mask. His hair had gotten pretty shaggy!The other plus was I wasn’t totally scrambling. I had managed to get quite a bit done during the day, including starting supper.

I was in control for once.

I wasn’t running around like a chicken with my head cut off…

The chicks!

I had completely forgotten to go and get them.

How does that even happen?

What began as a slow pace quickly turned into a mad dash to get out the door.

If you never knew getting a child ready for soccer practice could become a team sport, I am here to tell you without a doubt it can be.

Ruthie & I began shoving socks & cleats on Owen simultaneously. And in a few short moments, we were running to the truck.

Twenty five minutes before the Post Office closed, Owen and I entered to hear our chicks chirping away.

“Mom, do you think they still have our chicks?”

“Yes, Owen. I am fairly certain I hear our chicks.”

I am also fairly certain the postal worker was very glad to get rid of this noisy package.


Thankfully Owen’s practice is just a few blocks away from the Post Office. He made it to practice on time…


 with a few fuzzy friends.

Certainly things like this happen…

Only At My House,





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