Ok, so just in case you are having one of those days where you feel like everyone has it all together but you, I've got your back. Here's an introspective look at how my morning went down, and why I was ready for a nap by 1pm.
I was supposed to leave at 7:10am for a a parent orientation at the middle school. At 7:05am, I realize my oldest has overslept, and he has a fit when I wake him up. At 7:10 I realize that I haven't packed his lunch yet. Not only that, but I remember I need gas in the car, as I have to rush home immediately to get my 2 1/2 year old twins to their first ice skating lesson. On the way out of the parent meeting (which I had to leave early), I ask my son's guidance counselor if she can talk to him about organization. (Maybe she should talk to me instead.)
I arrive home to realize that in the morning pandemonium, my oldest has left his first presentation at home, so have to go back to the school to drop it off. I head for the ice rink with the twins, who are super excited.
I'm not one of those parents that pushes my kids to do stuff, thinking that they will be behind if they are not on ice skates by the time they are 4 years old (although that is the sad reality.) Every time we drop their brother off at hockey practice, the twins beg to go skating. That's 4 times a week, so I get quite an earful.
Getting them ready to go out on the ice was interesting. Getting them on the ice was even better.
One twin starts screaming and doesn't want to leave me. The other heads straight onto the ice, and promptly falls flat on his butt (of course, what would you expect!) Silly me, I actually thought that a first time ice skating class for 2 year olds might involve something other than opening the door and letting them have at it.
By this time twin #1 has calmed down, and calmly sits in the circle with the other kids. Twin #2 (the previously eager one who fell) is a different story. He spends most of the session crawling back across the ice towards the boards screaming for me. The teacher tells me to stand out of sight, and I'm not sure if I'm doing him a favor or permanently traumatizing him. In my head I'm thinking to myself, "he ASKED for this," and yet I can't help but think all the other parents are looking at me like I'm one of "those moms." Sigh.
When they finally come off the ice, the normally timid twin is all smiles, and the other one talks about how he couldn't stop "cryning." Not even watching Sydney Crosby practice on the rink next door could make him change his mind about going back on the ice.
We get home at noon and I feel like I've put in a full day already. I need a nap, or a drink, or both. This momming stuff is hard. But not nearly as hard as being a 2 year old on ice skates for the first time. I guess I should consider myself lucky, and blessed.