Chaos Supersized

I wanted to name this post "Welcome to Moron Central" but thought that was too harsh. Fitting but harsh and I am including myself in it (I want to clarify that I do not call my children morons. I wanted to call this post Moron Central because it is fitting for all of us today). I am going to blame this week long lapse of capabilities on the surgery and know that by next week, I will be back to running this house as smoothly as I can. This morning this house was completely chaos supersized. I woke up feeling great. I took a Tylenol PM last night and Gia miraculously slept all night so I got a full eight hours of sleep. I just knew when I woke up that sleeping that well meant I was going to feel well for the rest of the day. That lasted until 6:20 when Nico's alarm went off and he wouldn't get up. The morning fight began. It was the same old, same old only this time he missed the bus. Yes...the second day of school...he missed the bus. That led to a fight between Leo and me on who was going to take him. I said Leo had to because I had to get the other two out the door. I want to interject here and say that I now know why people have kids close in age. You would think trying to get a 13 year old out the door with an 18mo old wouldn't be that hard but when all she is doing is wanting to be held and played with, it really is.  I think the thought of dealing with Gia (did I mention that she is a little under the weather with teething and now a cough) and trying to get Tommy and Belle out the door was daunting so he wanted to bring Nico. However, he was moving as slow as Nico who was now in a panic at the prospect of being late (really hope that is a lesson learned) so we ended up fighting because I said to forget it and I would go. He ending up going but forgot his phone and on the table next to Nico's backpack was the enzyme bottle that Nico was supposed to take. This is where I enter "Moron Central". You might read this and think, "He is 13. He should be responsible for bringing his own enzymes." Absolutely! However, for some reason, the boys' new enzymes come in huge bottle that are not at all convenient to carry or even have in their backpacks or lockers so I told Nico that I would put them in a more convenient container. It's not that big of a deal and should have only taken 30 seconds but the new bottle has to have all the information about the new enzymes with Nico's name on it (not just written but from the pharmacy) so I had to peel one off of the huge bottle. I tried yesterday but quit after being frustrated with how long it was taking me and having Gia hang on me. I had every intention of going back to it but once I took the Tylenol PM, I was done for. I completely forgot about it this morning until after Leo took him and the bottle was still there. It's only day 2 and already I am tired of the fight to go to bed, the fight to go to sleep, the fight to wake up and the fight to get out of the house. As of tonight, my kids will have lists by their breakfast places of things that have to get done before school and those pill containers for each of the boys so I know who has taken what because I'm not sure how I kept track before now but I did and now I am struggling. Luckily they are once a day pills so if they forget in the morning, I can make sure they take them when they get home. Again, really hoping it is because I just had surgery.

I want everyone to know that I have perfected making lunches with one hand or at least when one arm is holding Gia. The twins left for the bus but not without the last minute, "Oh, I forgot...I want to bring this" or "So and so told me to bring my______." The fear of them missing the bus caused a lot of yelling (not good with my tongue still in stitches and pain meds not an option). While hurrying them along, I heard a lot of noise in the kitchen. I went in and saw Leo packing his lunch. He very rarely does that so I was shocked but he loved the dinner that one of my neighbors graciously made for us last night (thanks, E.S.) and wanted to bring what was left of it to work. He looked like a busy squirrel storing food for the winter with how much focus and time he was putting into it. The kids left. He agreed to take Nico's enzymes to school. He kissed me goodbye. He kissed Gia goodbye. He was almost to the mudroom to leave when I asked him, "Are you leaving?" He answered, "Yes." I replied, "Aren't you forgetting something?" He thought for a second and I turned my head over to the lunch he painstakingly made that was about to be forgotten that was sitting on the counter.

Hmm...it all became crystal clear at that moment.