Yesterday did not turn out the way it was supposed to... not by ANY stretch of the imagination. This was how my day was supposed to go:
1. Take Kaity and JJ to school
2. Take Mari to doctor's office to get her staple removed
3. Go to salon and get my hair washed and blown, get Mari's bangs cut
4. Go home and school Marissa
5. Start dinner, clean, do laundry
6. Pick up kids from school at 3pm
7. HW, dinner, showers, bed
Simple. Not so much.
It all started when I received a call from JJ's school nurse saying he was sick and needed to go home. So after Mari's staple came out, we went and picked up JJ. He said his stomach hurt, but looked fine. So on we went to the hair salon. It was the Grand Opening of my spiritual mother's salon and I was so excited to go see her and give her some business. When I got there she was doing her daughter's (my wonderful spiritual sister) hair. But there was a problem, she had forgotten her purse (and with it all her keys, driver licence, and everything else she needed) at home, and she also ran out of thread for the weave she was doing on her daughter. So after getting Mari's bangs cut and JJ a quick mohawk, we (my sister and I) took our 4 kids (my 3 and her 1) to her house to get the keys. But she forgot her keys inside the house that morning! So we ran around the house to all the windows trying to open them - nothing. My sister called her father and he said he could be there in 45 minutes. Sigh. By then JJ had told me that the schools had a 1/2 day that day! So off we ran to pick up my 10 year old. Then we stopped for some lunch, back to my sisters house to get the purse, then to the hair store for some thread, then back to the salon.
By this time it was almost 2pm and I hadn't been home since that morning and I really needed to get my ribs in the oven. We get to the salon and JJ starts to feel queazy. Marissa (who is afraid of vomit) began crying... no, no, not crying... screaming. SCREAMING that she was afraid. My spiritual mother is a strong woman of God and also a woman who does not play. She took Marissa by the arm and escorted her out of the salon along with my older daughter so she could take her to the car. My daughter got kicked out of a hair salon. Sigh. So I bid my fair-wells and hightailed it home to get dinner started. Marissa screamed all the way home and spent the rest of the day in her room as punishment.
It was a crazy day in which I didn't get anything done that I was supposed to get done. I didn't even get my hair done! (sigh) I feel like these types of days happen more often than not. I try to be prepared and be on top of things, but I feel like I'm always being tossed a curveball and I'm never ready for it. It's something I realize about myself and my life, I just don't know how to go about being more prepared for it. Definitely something to work on in my life.
Has anyone else ever had this issue? How have you dealt with it or are dealing with it? Any/all suggestions are so appreciated!
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