Cheerios in My Pocket

Mondays used to be my easy day, but right now they are my craziest day. Yesterday didn't let me down. The first thing my daughter had to say to me was (insert whining 8 year old voice) "do Megan and Kyle have to come to basketball practice with me?" Yes, Sarah they do. We go down for breakfast and while they eat, I pack lunches. While I am doing that, I remember to check their balance on their lunch cards since money is disappearing from my son's account. What do I find? Not only is he buying milk everyday I pack his lunch (with a juice box), but that he is also buying two lunches on the one day a week he is allowed to buy lunch. He is a skinny 6 year old! When I confront him, he lies about it although we've already talked about not buying extras. No time for punishments, we're on a tight schedule. Let the dog out, trying to train her NOT to poop in the yard. Let the dog back in and feed her before feeding the cats. Brush your teeth and sit down so I can do your hair. Time to get on shoes and coats and book bags. As we're doing this, Kyle asks who will pick him up from school and Sarah blurts out "Mommy is coming to your pizza party today!" Silence. So much for the element of surprise. Sarah bursts into tears, and Megan is trying to console her, but again, we need to get out the door. As we are halfway to school, I run through the list of normal questions. What special do you have today? Do you have your lunch? oops. Sarah forgot her lunch and once again is in tears. Ugh. She spends the next five minutes begging me to bring it to her. Sorry, they would mark a fourth trip to town in one day and is not happening! Then she remembers that I didn't write her a note to walk to the other school tonight. Luckily, she has an empty post-it note and we cover that tragedy. I drop her off and then go to Kyle's school, where I promise to be back at 2:00 for the pizza party. Then I head home where I still need to give Megan breakfast and get a few Ebay items ready to ship, wash my husband's work clothes, and unload and reload the dishwasher. I realize as I am cleaning toilets that I should change my clothes and do my hair and makeup. I lay out my clothes for my Zumba class (my one hour a week for me!) and make a mental note of what to fix for dinner between getting home at 4:45 and leaving again when my husband walks in the door at 5:45. I fix Megan a quick lunch, trying to time leaving the house at just the right point so I can go to the post office, return a  movie to Redbox, make a deposit in the ATM, and take hubby's freshly charged cell phone to him. At this point, I am really starting to doubt my sanity for scheduling myself like this, but at that moment, Megan walks up behind me and puts something in my back pocket and giggles. "What are you doing silly girl?" I ask. "Putting Cheerios in your pocket, Mommy!" What a blessing.