And we have Open House tomorrow.
And my son has football practice everyday after school for 4 hours (is it just me or is that excessive? That seems excessive.)
And we have soccer practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
And we have Volleyball practice on Wednesdays.
And flute practice on Thursdays and Fridays.
And in September, my youngest starts preschool (she's 4 and I suck because I decided to only send her to one year of preschool unlike my others that each went two years, at least. I enjoyed her company too much. And preschool is expensive.)
And that brings my grand total to 3 different school schedules, 4 kids, 5 activities, and my den floor full of school supplies that need to be separated and labeled.
And gone are the days when I can just say "find something to play with and shut up" (you know, hypothetically, if they were driving me nuts and my head felt like it was going to explode and I was out of Xanax- but totally hypothetical because a mother NEVER talks to her kids like that. Or runs out of Xanax.)
And then that means I have to start putting on clothes that are somewhat presentable (pants), shower on occasion, and wear shoes.