I guess being busy is better than not being busy

My mind has been reeling over the last few days, and I'm so glad I've been so busy.  It's given me less time to think.  That's probably for the best.

Today was gymnastics day for B, so his stepmom volunteered to pick him up after school, help him with his homework, take him to gymnastics, then bring him home.  So helpful.  N still wasn't finished with his art project, so the plan was to take him BACK to school at 4:45 so he could work on it for a little while.  Meanwhile, I had an event at work for an hour, so I went to do that while he worked. 

Long story, short?  He's still not finished.  The deadline was extended to Monday, but he still has one more part to complete, and I'm not sure when that will happen.

About half an hour before B was supposed to come home, his dad called to see if he could just sleep over instead.  B's gymnastics class is late; he finishes at 8:30, which is his absolute latest bedtime during the week.  I agreed, because when the boy doesn't get sleep, it's a nightmare for everyone involved.

Since B wasn't coming home, N decided this would be a fantastic time to have a breakdown.  He's notorious for leaving clothing at one house and needing it at the other.  At 8:15, he decided to call his dad to tell him he needed basketball shorts from his house, and that it was an emergency.  That mostly just caused a huge fight between the three of us on speakerphone, and I told N he'd just have to wear something else and be more responsible.  We went to his dad's on Tuesday to get baseball stuff for practice.  Why didn't he get it then?  There have been four other days this week where he could've asked to get it...why wait until Thursday night?

He's my child.

I have so much to do tomorrow...I'm volunteering at Super Friends Day at B's school (Grandparents Day to non-superheroes) and I have three homework assignments that need to be posted by 11:00 pm.  Should be a great time...Oh, and I have to make two dozen cookies.

Crap.

Aubs