It's unlikely I'll be invited back to proctor the Math Kangaroo any time soon.
It started with Brian's completely unfamiliar (he never sets it) alarm blaring at 4am. It was only slightly louder than the pouring rain hitting the roof. I remember a kiss goodbye and wishing him a fun trip skiing in Colorado.
Then there was the daily kid shuffle. But, no problem. Everyone got where they needed to be on time- in the pouring rain.
Then there was the trip downtown to the Natural History Museum with Room 11. We had a lovely, lovely time looking at mummies and narwhals- while it rained and rained outside.
Skipping the bus ride back, there was the hustle over to one client meeting that I left early for another client meeting, and the another. All good. Everyone was in good spirits today- in spite of the pouring rain.
Then it was back to Virginia for a quick stop at Trader Joe’s and the dog food store. I then picked up Linc who used the sourdough baguette I'd just bought like a sword-- all the way home, in the pouring rain. As we're walking out the door to pick up Marin, Baya, and Nate, he starts complaining of a tummy ache. I'm like, "suck it up dude, we gotta go get the sisters-- in the pouring rain."
Oh no, what's that smell? The dog pooped on the living room rug?! Oh, of course. She hates getting her feet wet-- in the pouring rain.
No, it’s fine. We’re fine. I got this. Let's go.
Collect all the kids and get back home for a quick dinner*. I make the official call for everyone to go to the bathroom get their shoes on. We were headed back to school for some kind of weird worldwide math test- Math Kangaroo. Luckily for everyone involved (not really), I'd volunteered to proctor the test BACK IN SEPTEMBER when I didn't know it'd be 1) raining all day, 2) Brian would be away, and 3) Linc would have an ominous tummy ache. So, we HAD to go…..
….and then Linc throws up all over the dining room. Ugh. No. That's fine. We're fine. He's fine. Just need a couple paper towels and a promise to hold him the entire time.
Get set up in the classroom. Eager kids come in. Linc passes out on this beanbag and everything is good. It's all good, right? It’s almost over.
Oh no. I hear a faint, "moooooommmmmmm" at my feet and I know. Oh shit. He's going to blow. And, I can't lift and run like I used to. He literally spews puke all over himself, me, and the classroom and I leave a stinking, wet trail. He proceeds to throw up like 6 more times creating a sizable puddle outside of the door. Adults started gathering. They all had that twisted look you get when you're both worried and trying not to breathe in. An entire box is tissues and some bathroom paper towels were sacrificed while waiting for the custodian. Somehow kids are still doing math.
Eventually we made it out of the building- back into the pouring rain to home then into the bath.
Very soon this day will be over. I'll listen to the rain on the roof and hope, just hope to dream about mummies and narwals instead of... bleh. bleh. bleh.
*While making dinner, I thought ahead and put a bottle of Chardonnay in the freezer to chill. Of course, I forgot about it and came home to a completely frozen bottle!!! Ugh! Serenity Now!