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Friday, September 14, 2007

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General Bo-Peep



Soccer season kicked off last weekend. If you've been wondering why the posting has been a little thin around here this week, it's because it is taking all available brain power to figure out how to apportion two players, two parents, one mini-van and one uncontainable toddler over two overlapping practice times, two overlapping game times, and two fields that are not even remotely near one another, let alone overlapping.

I'm not good with space and time. Other people could probably figure all this stuff out in their heads. I need to be standing over the Lego table, pushing a Hot Wheels mini-van and five Playmobile figures around with whatever you call that stick the generals use to play with their toy soldiers. But I would probably wind up whacking someone with the stick.

I've been experimenting with an online calendar to help me know whether I'm coming or going (as it turns out, both). It's been very helpful, because not only can I see the day, week, or month at a glance, I can tell it to send text reminders to my mobile phone. I have it set up for the alerts you'd expect, like, "soccer practice, 5 p.m., field 5B." But I also have it set up to remind me to "pick up kids after school" and "make supper" and "put the kids to bed". I suppose other mothers just notice their children are not home, or hungry, or asleep in their clothes on the floor. But I'm not one to hover.

Isn't just soccer and scheduled activities that kerflumox me, either. Even hanging out at the park, I have a hard time keeping track of everyone. I've heard that ducks, or maybe it's geese, only have a set number of offspring, because that number is as high as they can count. I am definitely one over my limit. It seems to be against some law of physics for three boys to move in one direction. I took them to the playground yesterday after school and I spent the whole time running. I felt like a border collie. I was shouting, "Come back!" "Too far!" "Not in the creek!" "Where's your brother?" What they probably heard was "Yip! Yip! Yip!"

I'm still exhausted from it. And game day is tomorrow. If I survive this tour of duty, and we are still in the Middle East, I will go over there and straighten things out. It should be a piece of cake.

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10 Comments:

Blogger littlepurplecow said...

I love that bit about Yip! Yip! Yip!

My son had a soccer game in the rain the other day, and I couldn't keep my eyes off my daughter for fear of her poking someone's eye out with the umbrella. One more youngin' would push me over the edge. God love ya, girl.

9:02 PM  
Blogger jen lemen said...

oh, i'm right there with stephanie. it's only now that i've been doing the school routine for four years that i remember to pick them up from school *everyday* and don't have to make some horrible amends for forgetting to pack a lunch or sign the field trip permission slip. i feel your pain.

11:38 PM  
Blogger lenniekat said...

That settles it. Forget the coffee. Next park day I'm bringing something stronger...

9:01 PM  
Blogger Who She She said...

I used to think I was so organized before I had 3 kids. I'm definitely one over my limit, too. Just last week, a friend asked me if all 3 of our kids were "planned". I had to admit that they were, which just proves what dim bulbs we are. Thanks for the laughs.

9:31 AM  
Blogger Sassy said...

What is the link to that online calendar that sends you text messages, if you don't mind? I soooo need something like that !


7a.m. brush teeth NOW, etc.

(:

3:50 PM  
Blogger Heather B. said...

If it helps, when people send you a time and date for an event to a gmail account (assuming you have a gmail account) it will automatically ask if you want it put into your calendar. That's the only way I remember that I'm supposed to be on a flight in 12 hours or to pay my rent. Sad to say it, but google pretty much runs my life.

8:04 PM  
Blogger Mrs. G. said...

I admire your attempt to organize boy chaos. If it makes you feel any better, I was the snack parent for this afternoon's game, and. I. Forgot. No gatorade and granola bars. My son may never forgive me. Ahh...motherhood. We just get back in the minivan and keep on truckin'.

12:57 AM  
Blogger paper napkin said...

This post cracked me up, and not just b/c I know exactly how you feel. I was just thinking this morning, "I wonder what I'm going to forget today..."

4:46 AM  
Blogger paper napkin said...

PS, I have one of these, which rocks.

4:49 AM  
Blogger Schmutzie said...

I gave you an award!
http://www.schmutzie.com/2007/09/809-rockin-girl-blogger-award.html

9:43 AM  

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