Last night felt like Grand Central Station at our house. When I drove up, Colin was waiting for me outside with a couple of tomatoes and immediately started in asking about his garden, if the tomatoes were ready, can we pull up the dead cucumber plant, why do the bugs like the plants so much, etc. I managed to answer all of his questions – even in a rather peaceful manner. Then I go to the door and Sawyer and Wes are sitting right inside the door, tying Sawyer’s tennis shoes (which are new to him and are practically impossible to remove from his body without him throwing a conniption). Apparently Sawyer wanted to go out to meet me too. So he was none too pleased that I was already in the house and he hadn’t gotten to go out. He begins to wail. Wes immediately launches into telling me about Colin’s homework assignment that is due in 2 days and that he can't believe they didn't give us more time, blah, blah – all on top of Colin’s incessant tomato talk and Sawyer’s wailing. Great, I’ve been home 2 minutes and I already want to pull my hair out!
The fun only continued from there. I began to cook dinner, while Wes “worked” with his stuff spread out all over the kitchen island. Colin was still babbling and both he and Sawyer wanted to “help” me cook dinner. Colin was talking a mile a minute and I could not even think what my name was. Somehow, Wes was managing to actually work? The boys are moving chairs, cutting with plastic knives, washing vegetables, all within a 5-foot radius of me (and on me)! I somehow still managed to keep it together and get dinner on the table. At one point I did tell Wes, “In case you ever wonder why I’m harried when you get home, here’s your answer!”
So we eat dinner and then I delve into Colin’s homework assignment. At first I didn’t think it was a big deal that it was due in 2 days, that is until I realized he had soccer practice the next night and that only left tonight to get it done. Well by this point, Sawyer was an absolute mess because he was worn out from his first day at school. He was crying at my feet, I was trying to read the directions out loud, and Colin was practically doing a handstand in his chair. Wes was doing dishes for a while and then standing across the island just watching, somehow tuning out the melee that was ensuing. I bend down to get Sawyer and he’s just like a wet noodle, he’s so tired. The smart thing to do would have been to stop then and there and put Sawyer to bed but I already had my eye on the prize and I was going to tackle this “project” right then. Somewhere in the mix, Sawyer accidentally scratches my incision (another story) and I nearly fell out of my chair. I put him down and am trying to keep my screeching to a minimum. Well he starts screaming a) that I put him down and b) because he hurt me. Wes finally picks him up and manages to come up with the idea that he’s tired and should go on to bed. Hey, great idea! After more wailing and consoling, Wes gets his milk ready and they’re off upstairs.
Well in the meantime I have come unglued and am totally frustrated with Colin because he’s not listening as I read the directions. I stop and tell him that I’ll continue when he’s ready to listen because I’m only reading them once. He finally settles down and we’re able to complete his family tree. It was supposed to be something that the whole family participated in. Yes, we sure did! Not exactly in the manor they probably intended, but we were all present and accounted for.
Of course after the boys were in bed, the guilty feelings took over and I began to relive the whole process and dissect how and what I should have done differently. Short of a miracle, I’m not sure I could have done anything different. What I learned is that we’re going to have to come up with a better way of doing homework, lest I lose every ounce of my patience and sanity. Just another reminder that there aren’t enough hours in the day!