This afternoon after I picked up Number 7 from school, we made a quick stop at the place where I get my hair cut because I had to ask them a question, and when we left they gave Number 7 a lollipop and when we got into the car she took the wrapper off and the stick came out of the lollipop and when I tried to put it back in the whole thing cracked into a million pieces and she bawled her brains out for a good 30 minutes straight.
About a half hour later, Number 5 came off the bus bawling her brains out because Number 6 told a boy on the bus that Number 5 had a “crush” on another boy on the bus which wasn’t true but now “the whole entire world” would think that it was.
She cried for a good half hour, too.
We had to leave the house earlier than normal so I could drop Number 2 off at work before swim practice started, and I was the only coach at practice, and I was so tired because last night I got up at 3:30 a.m. to take Number 6 to pee and I couldn’t get back to sleep, and then I started feeling like I was getting sick, you know that post nasal-y drip feeling you get in the back of your throat right before you get a bad cold, and then we got home and Number 6 dropped a magnifying glass on his face and his lip “was all swollen” and he needed some sort of nonexistent magical lip ointment to make the (nonexistent) swelling go away and then Number 5 started crying again because the band aid she had on her hand from when she fell at recess was coming off and then Number 3 told me he didn’t do his homework because he needed help and I took a look at it and it was a standardized test review sheet and he had no fucking idea how the hell to do it and there was no way in hell I was going to sit down for an hour and try to explain it to him.
So I did what any responsible mother would do.
I did all of his homework for him.
Because sometimes, there is a limit to the number of kids you can listen to crying hysterically.
And tonight I reached mine about two kids ago.