Yesterday was supposed to be my day off (as husband is away with girl child). Instead I spent the day in my car. It was HORRIBLE. My plan of catching up on all my work came to naught.
4:00am – wake up early so that I can get some work done
6:45 – wake boys up, give them breakfast. Both boys not feeling great – snotty noses, coughing the whole week. But relatively chipper.
7:15 – leave house to drive to cricket tournament in Kuilsriver
7:45 – arrive at cricket tournament along with 500 other people. Forced to park 23094432 kms away and carry Max on my back because he is tired and can’t walk.
8:00 – get Adam settled (give him money and phone and a list of instructions), instruct father of friend to keep an eye on him.
8:30 – drive from Kuilsriver to Tygervalley to take Max to breakfast and then do shopping for farewell party scheduled for later
10:00 – leave Tygervalley to drive back to Kuilsriver
10:30 – Find WINNER parking spot right at the front entrance, my meeting spot with Adam
10:35 – Adam arrives with a sad face as has lost the last game. Drive straight through to party in Evertsdal.
11:00 – Drop Adam off at party imploring him not to eat too many sweets as he has another party to go to later. Realize that the question is an exercise in futility
11:15 – Arrive home. Tidy up house, do a load of laundry, hang washing up, make lunch for Max, make lunch for myself, try to finish doing the invitations to Adam’s party, do not get even close to being able to do any of my own work.
12:45 – Put poor Max back in the car to fetch Adam from party to bring him home (Max was a total trooper the whole day actually, didn’t moan once about the back and forth, even though he loves staying home)
13:00 – arrive at party, pick up Adam
13:15 – Arrive back home, make lunch for Adam. Pack Adam’s overnight bag for his sleepover that evening. Stack the dishwasher and put it on.
13:45 – leave to take Adam to next party (put Max back in the car) with this overnight bag.
14:00 – arrive at party, ask Adam not to eat too many sweets as he has a sleepover later. Realize that the question is an exercise in futility. Also realize have forgotten party envelope at home with the birthday boy’s party money in it. After wrestling with “do I give the cash now or tell her I will give the envelope to child on Monday at school” I think I just actually can’t worry about this anymore and hand over the cold, hard cash. Embarrassing.
14:30 – arrive back home again. Notice Kate’s friend from up the road walking past and invite her in. We tell each other how much we have missed each other. I finish printing out Adam’s party invitations. Amount of actual, income generating work done so far today: minimal
15:00 – Granny Val arrives to drop off my BFF's daughter who I am taking with me to the farewell party. Even though my BFF is not going (she was away) and my daughter (who is actually my BFF’s daughter’s BFF) is away too. Adam was having a sleepover with his BF whose dad was taking them both home from the party.
15:30 – Pack all the bags and food etc, and drive to farewell.
Eventually relax at farewell and try to forget that I haven’t managed to tackle any of my chores I had planned for today.
18:10 – get call from the sleepover mom saying Adam is not feeling well and is crying. Speak to Adam who says he has a bad headache but wants to stay at the sleepover. I speak in code and ask him whether he would prefer to come home. He say yes.
18:11 – grab Max and put him back in the car and drive to fetch Adam from sleep over.
18:30 – get lost
18:32 – arrive at house, pick up Adam who says he is crying because has a bad headache, but I think it is also partly because he feels embarrassed that he ‘failed’ at the sleepover. The mom (who is awesome) and I promise the boys we will do it again soon. Next time not after a three hour cricket tournament in the sun, plus two outdoor parties in the sun plus LOTS of sweets. On the drive home I tell him that I am secretly VERY pleased that he chose to come home because I miss him terribly when he is not with me. I tell him that I am like a mother hen and I prefer to have all my chicks with me in the nest. He whispers that he is secretly glad to be coming home too. I feel sorry for him. He is a big boy most of the time, but sometimes he is still my little boy who wants to be with his mom. I think to myself that I would crawl over cut glass for my children. Even if I do spend the whole day shuttling them around
18:50 – arrive back at the farewell party with a very weepy Adam in tow. Give him medicine for his headache.
18:51 – Adam pukes all the medicine up along with at least some of the 2397329 sweets he has eaten today. Luckily he made it to the toilet in time. He lies on the couch and after weeping a bit more, falls asleep
19:00 – eat dinner (was lovely! Tania is best hostess ever), manage to relax for a whole hour! Unfortunately still no work done, think about doing some when I get home.
20:00 – pack up bags, collect kids (leaving sleeping Adam for last). Drive to Pinehurst to drop off BFF’s daughter
20:15 – drop off daughter, say hello to friend, leave
20:30 – arrive home. Feed dogs, bath kids, in PJs, in (my) bed. (Adam sleeping on a mattress on the floor and Max next to me in the bed. We are having a sleepover as Marko and Kate are away)
9:00 - Realize I am too exhausted to work. Shower and get into bed. Lights off for the boys.
9:30 – Fall asleep, damn thankful this day is over
4:30 am – feel Adam crawling in next to me, crying “I had a very bad dream”. I mumble that I am sorry to hear that and he can sleep next to me. I shift up to the edge of the bed. “Can I tell you about my dream?” No, I say – he should tell me in the morning so that we don’t wake Max. He is still crying. Ok I say, tell me about your dream (desperately trying to hang on to the last threads of sleep before they disappear for good). He tells me about horrible dream in which Kate died*. I mumble a few words of consolation and suggest that we try to go back to sleep. I hear him sobbing a bit more.
5:45 – I give up trying to sleep while Adam is rolling around next to me, clearly not sleeping. “Want to get up now?” Yes he says. So up we get. I make myself a cup of coffee and pray that today is going to be better than yesterday.
Marko is never allowed to go away again.
* Adam is like a lost fart without Marko and Kate. The twins are very attached to each other lately and they hate being apart. It really unsettles them. Marko usually does stuff with Adam every weekend, so he is missing his dad as well.
PS And do you know what the first thing is that Marko will say when he gets home? “Did you enjoy your day off yesterday?” and then I am going to have to work hard not to want to punch him.