Appointment? What Appointment?

I was lounging around this morning thinking about what I was going to put off doing today when Lex asked me, "Where are my shoes?" Which is a question he asks me every day, and that question turns into a half hour long search for something that if he would just put his shoes in the same place every time he takes them off wouldn't have to happen at all. Anyway, this everyday occurrence somehow reminded me that Gus had a doctor's appointment at 9:30. It was 8:10 and I was still in my pj's. I hadn't attempted to get ready at all. I hadn't sent a note to let school know I was taking Gus out. Eddie was still sleeping up in my room and is hard enough to get up and ready even on a normal day. I proceeded to call the school and get Gus excused. For some reason they don't like you just showing up. Then I got a call from Eddie's school saying I owed two months tuition which is very unusual for me but not surprising the way things have been going lately. After promising to pay as soon as possible I went to go wake Eddie up and get her dressed. I pulled the blankets off of her and she rolled over and grabbed a different blanket. I took that blanket and she covered up with a pillow. The girl did not want to get up this morning. Finally she wakes up and I have to physically get her dressed because she's going nowhere fast. I brush our hair and run out the door at 8:45. Damn, I forgot to put the dog in his cage. Hopefully he doesn't make too much of a mess - yeah right! I went to school and sat there waiting for Gus to come out because I guess calling ahead is obviously not a guarantee that your child will actually be waiting for you when you get there. That would be way too convenient. We went to leave and Eddie decides that this is the perfect opportunity to figure out how the handicapped door works. She keeps opening it and letting it close. I, having seen this trick before kept on walking, but Gus decides that she needs to come immediately and starts to persuade her as such. I told him to just let her do it. We reached the car and along comes Eddie happy as a lark because she got her way. This is an example of a battle not worth fighting. I then drove Eddie to school. She is a good fifteen minutes late which is only about five minutes later than she usual. I park my car and tell Gus and Eddie to start in without me. As I get out of the car a man says I need to move because they are going to fix the drain in the parking lot. I have to park a block away and walk into school. By then, surprise surprise, Gus was on his way back out. We climbed back into the car and drove to the doctor where I am now waiting. Why did I feel the need to share all of this? Good question. I just think life is stressful enough without having to worry about what other people think. Yeah, this could have turned out to be one of the worst days I've ever had, or I could take it all in stride and realize that it is not the end of the world. So I may show up without any make-up and my shoes might not match my outfit, but at least I made it. People may look at me and think, "Wow, that woman with five kids must be crazy". I choose to look at myself and say "Hey, for a woman with five kids, I'm still pretty sane ... so far"!