Tuesday

Tuesday, the day I wake up and the race is on.
This morning after getting the girls to the school door, I met with the mom who did bookorders for third grade last year. I am now (three months late) the official Bookorder Mom for 75 third-graders.
I waded through the rest of the day, picked T up from ballet, and bought groceries, noticing R fading fast around 5. He slept just a little before we pulled into the parking spot at the apartment - and then he barfed. I don't mind so much when kids barf on the floor or in the bath or whatever, but carseat barf is right up there with bed barf in grossout factor and cleanup time. Now I have to do the carseat-dismantle thing to scrub all the smelly stuff off, yay.
Needless to say I pushed onward through dinner, homework, and soccer-prep while watching R doze on the couch after his quick bath. I figured he'd be able to just sit on my lap during soccer for the hour we're there and he'd be fine - but he woke up and barfed on the couch. So I told LittleK soccer was off, she hit her stride in a tantrum all about how she'd already told her friends she was going to score goals, etc. I really almost never cave in to tantrums, but tonight, being Tuesday, I did.
We were twenty minutes late, she didn't score any goals, and R only had dry-heaves at half-time. He's back to his normal self, with just a faint smell. Now they're in bed and I'm avoiding the 150 bookorder sheets on the table.
So I have to wonder, since the dog ate poop last Tuesday, R barfed everywhere this Tuesday, what's in store for next week?