I knew this morning was going to be a little hectic. School pictures were today and in addition to that, I worked yesterday. The morning after not being home all day is always a little interesting. School books are likely not where they belong, planners may not be signed, and my kitchen is usually in need of some attention. Because I have been down this road before, I called home last night in an effort to avoid this situation.
“…Practice your spelling words. And, Ruthie, lay out what you want to wear for school pictures…”
I got up 30 minutes early today to keep on schedule…or so I thought.
First order of business was to trim Owen’s hair. He has needed a haircut, but he was sick earlier in the week and really wouldn’t have tolerated it. At this point, this is the best I can do. He, however, was less than a cooperative client. Owen was certain I was “going to chop” his ear off. This caused him to squirm and at some point I deemed my masterpiece as “close enough”.
The next order of business was breakfast. I thought we would review spelling words while they were eating. After Griffin missed several words, I asked, “Did you know these last night?”.
Gulp. “Um…well…we didn’t actually practice them last night. We just looked at them.”
Hmm. I am beginning to see the problem.
Now at this point my clock is moving faster than I am. We need to get our rears in gear or we are going to be late.
“Ruthie, wipe the food off your pants. Boys, I’ll throw you some clothes.”
As Griffin tried to squeeze into his jeans, it was obvious – they don’t fit. Crud. Now what? I know he wore those last week and while they were a little short they weren’t that small. Well, none of that matters now. What on earth is the boy going to wear?
“Owen, go brush your teeth.”
I spotted a pair of hammy down jeans in the closet. They had been way to big when we received them. “Here, try these and hurry!”
Now I hear, Owen, yelling “I lost my tooth!”.
“What? Ruthie, can you go check on him?”
“Mom, he really did lose his tooth!”
Well, somehow in the midst of all this, Griffin and I managed to adjust the waistband in his pants. He often wears slims and these are not. I tightened them enough, however, that he shouldn’t lose his pants…or I don’t think so anyway.
Owen is still dancing around the hallway saying, “I lost my tooth! I really, really lost my tooth! Now the Fairy Tooth will come see me!”.
While that is exciting, we have to move on to hair or we are going to be late for sure. “I had this curling iron plugged in. What happened? Well, Ruthie, just wait a minute.”
I decide to make use of my time and brush my teeth. I mean, because so far I have been super efficient this morning. “Yuck!” I somehow managed to put the kids toothpaste on my toothbrush. That stuff is nasty!
Well, we managed to get out the door and head off to school. All the while, trying to practice just a few more spelling words.
As Griffin and Ruthie, walked into the school I admired our last minute efforts to get ready. They didn’t look to bad. Actually, they looked pretty good.
Next, it was time to take Owen across the street to his school. He was super excited to tell his teacher, “I lost a tooth! See?”. Ruthie, had placed his tooth in a baggie in his backpack and he was proud to show it off. He, however, didn’t want to show his teacher his mouth, where the tooth had been.
Before I walked out the door, I said, “Show me how your going to smile for your picture.” With his lips and gums sucked in, covering his bottom teeth, he looked at me. He looked like a little old man who was missing his dentures! Despite my coaching to “Just smile normal”, I think this may be a school picture to remember.
Only At My House,