Smooth

I wish every evening could go as smooth as this evening did. 

Of course, it came down to planning ahead. 

A month ago I made spaghetti sauce. I don’t know how to make just a little; I could feed all the hungry in Toledo with the size batch I make. So I freeze the leftovers and pull out what I need when I need it. All I had to do was boil noodles and bam. Dinner. 

So, I walked in, checked the mail, changed my clothes, and threw a load of laundry in. I then boiled water, and while I waited for that I made out the envelopes for Aaron’s bills, and then threw the noodles in the pot of boiling water. Then I made some online bill payments. Multitasking like a mf over here, don’t mind me. I finished just in time for the noodles to be done, drained them and threw the sauce in the pot. While that warmed I made up glasses of chocolate milk and served and herded the hooligans to the table. 

Fyi, Chase got threatened with a car seat on the bus by the bus driver. His nickname is monkey because he is a climber and a mover and a jumper and a hopper. He lived up to his nickname today on the bus, and in the midst of all of that above, I lectured him on his behavior. 

I opted to not eat, and my dinner was a glass of milk. I went downstairs to switch the laundry and as it was spinning out I folded the previous load, finishing just in time for the wash load to finish. Boom. Done.

I cleaned up the kitchen as the kids finished inhaling their dinner, and instructed Chase to get his homework out while I took a break. Just then, Sophia called to chat. Finished with catching up with her, Chase and I practiced reading “Going on Vacation”. I love to read, I believe that reading is the key to knowledge and instill in my children the love of the written word. However, it’s a good thing I didn’t go after my 4th grade dream of being a teacher because I lack the patience required. For the 17th time Chase struggled with the word “in” and I exclaimed “oh my fuck!” out of frustration, much to grandma’s amusement. I may need to pay someone to do his reading homework with him. He isn’t at fault. He just started to learn to read with in the last month. I’m just impatient. 

We moved on to his cutting and glueing homework, and I sat next to him and planned tomorrow’s hectic day. I have a million things to do, and planning is necessary to accomplish them all. Thank God for Jewish Holidays. 

Now he’s playing happily in the tub while I smoke and write. By the time he’s ready to get out, his bedding will be dry and I can make his bed and get him in it. Yay for smooth evenings!