A Day in the Life.

Cealy grew up right under my nose and was so excited for school today, I was wondering who misplaced my little girl. She was running around getting ready, and squealing with joy. I was dropping her off at school for the first time in her lifetime without any anxiety. No tears from either of us. But that would be too easy, right? So Sebastian, Dominic, and Malachi must have met before our drop off and planned out how they could humiliate me the most. They would each go in different ways, and when I would call them they would not answer. They would run, not walk. They would cross the street without holding anyone's hand, and they would run through church acting like they owned the place.

I was sweating. I was in complete shock. Wait, Cealy is walking right into her class without so much as a, "Goodbye Ma, I'll really miss you." But I couldn't even let that sink in, because all 3 of my sons were cackling and grabbing signs off walls. After I spoke loudly to them in the car, we were off to one of my son's doctor appointments. Well one of two doctor appointments for the day, but I wouldn't know this until later.

We go to the first one for his arm. He broke it a week ago yesterday. He is wearing a cast from shoulder to hand. This is my tough boy who rarely complains, and amazes me everyday. I think we are going in for a quick check up. After I run 3 boys around the wrong building, I finally find the right one to sit for an hour...Please ask me if I brought anything to entertain? No. I mean I have flashcards in my purse, but they see a whole floor with lots of space to run and they are not sitting. I allow one to skip, seems innocent enough. It wasn't. He skipped right into a poster board with little kid's pictures all over it. "Honey, let's skip where there is open space, like everywhere but the place you skipped." Then they are all 3 running. I find two toy (because you thought I meant actual cars) cars in my purse but do the math. I have 3 boys. So I rally them into a game of you sit here and I sit here and I pass them to you. That worked for 5 minutes and then they liked it better when the cars crashed and flipped and then accidentally hit someone. They call my son's name. Perfect! We are like almost out of here.

We go back into room where doc tell us we need to leave and get an x-ray. Wait? You kidding me? Nope. So we leave to get an x-ray and wait for that for another hour. They are cartwheeling it up, making snow angels on the carpet, and terrorizing the waiting room. Then we are carted back to the x-ray room. Small room friends. Sebastian is running around, turns the fan on. As soon as I turn it off, he is playing with the printer. Malachi found a duster and is dusting the room.

When we finally meet with the surgeon, Sebastian is on full speed. He turns the lights off on the doctor. And then on again. You get it. We have to wait yet again. I am starting to notice these small bumps on one of my sons are not like the poison ivy the other one had. So this is not poison ivy? These bumps are sprouting up everywhere. I google chicken pox on a phone that is from the 1800s, and the images that pop up are....the images I am looking at on my son. But of course. Honestly, the vain part of me decided not to worry because I couldn't get the bumps, I've already had it.

I get everyone into the car with meltdown city happening right under my nose, and tell them we are off the the park for a picnic. Your favorite park. It will be so fun. We finally pull up, but the park is under construction. So we picnic it up until bees chase us away, and we need to pick up Cealy.

Really the minute I am helping one of my babes, the other is doing something naughty. Honestly, because life is loud around here, I never notice until Kaboom, a train is tangled so far into my hair that I have to cut it out. Now which sweetie of mine put this train in my hair while I was helping Malachi?

 

Wouldn't want it any other way. Life with 4 of my sweet tarts is grand. Busy, but grand.