Frenzied Friday

I babysat last night (which was so much fun) so it made for a late night and that meant I didn't have enough time to get to the grocery store before lunch-making began today.  How do you solve that problem?  (I must admit, I started singing "How do you solve a problem like Maria?" from Sound of Music just now.  You're welcome.)

It's simple...you take both boys to the store BEFORE school and proceed to build lunches in the aisle.  It was quite a show, let me tell you.  And while building N's rather skimpy lunch, I told him he would be starving this afternoon after school.  He told me I was wrong.  If anyone cares to guess who was right, I hope they picked me.

We slowed down enough for N to spill out then went around the block to park in the less crowded parking lot.  B and two friends came with me to set up my room and the day began.  Today was similar and entirely different all at the same time.  Instead of lunchtime duty, I had recess duty.  I had forgotten how hard it was to be 5 and told the worst possible phrase in the Kindergarten dictionary:

"You can't come to my birthday party!"

Oh, see?  It's still funny.  These two girls were butting heads yesterday over goldfish and they were bffs on the playground until one said something the other didn't like and then, BOOM.  The kiss of death.  No birthday party for you! 

The whole class was present today, and we did some taste testing with different jelly beans to finish out the week of the 5 senses.  Watching them all spit jelly beans in the trash was awesome...and I wondered why they were so hyper since they didn't actually consume them.  Sheesh!  Jelly beans must give off some potent fumes.  (Please note that I didn't plan this experiment, but was following the teacher's lesson plans.)

I had parent loop duty while B and friends ate every snack they could find, and when N walked over from his school, we were out of there.  I wanted to fall into a chair and sleep for hours, but no...we had baseball practice.  Before we left, I added a healthy dose of Bailey's to my iced coffee and felt much better about the whole scenario.

Until we tried to leave practice and it took 10 minutes for my car to start.  Oh, the joy I felt...you can't even imagine.  Picture me calling my dad, attempting to explain the sound, and dumbfounded silence on the other end...yep, that's pretty accurate.

I'm headed to NTB in the morning which really means the afternoon because I plan to do nothing until 12:30.  NOTHING.  In fact, I've already drifted off twice and it's only 9:36 (and OU still sucks).

Okay, then.  Goodnight, y'all!

Aubs