Last night was bookended by blowout tantrums from Big Sis, and punctuated by a wet bed from Little Sis.
Big Sis forgot her homework folder on the kitchen table ( no, I’m NOT driving it over because I told her to put that thing in her backpack 5 times and she still didn’t so maybe THIS will help her remember next time) then went out in the pouring rain without a coat, sweater or umbrella to catch the bus.
I just finished serving spaghetti (yes, with sauce) to 8 four-year-olds to celebrate “S” week at preschool.
Now, I get to drive my mom across town, an hour there, an hour back, to meet with her new tax person.
And be home by 3:45 pm to get Big Sis off the bus so Mr. Hoagie can be at a doctor’s appointment this afternoon.
Who wants to meet at my house at 4 pm for an early happy hour? Margaritas, anyone?