4 pm - Kids home from school. Carrie starts supper. Children snacking.
5 pm - Kev home from work. Supper just barely ready. Complaints about the just barely ready supper. Albus and Kev putting on soccer gear, gobbling food.
5:15 - Kev and Albus leave in truck for soccer practice.
5:30 - Carrie and other children eat supper. Leave on table.
5:45 - Daughters put on soccer gear, Carrie packs picnic supper and snack and water bottles, puts on running gear.
6 pm - Carrie runs with dogs to pick up carshare car, approximately 1km away. Seven-year-old volunteers to take clothes off the line.
6:20 - Carrie home with dogs and car, other children ready to go.
6:30 - Carrie and other children drive, park, and walk to eldest daughter's school to see the science fair.
6:45 - Carrie and other children return to car, drive to eldest daughter's soccer practice.
6:55 - Carrie realizes that she has driven to the wrong soccer field.
[Apparently, to the child behind the camera, this evening's outing is being overseen by a deranged nun. This photo is too unflatteringly amusing not to include.]
6:57 - "Why are you always so stressed out, Mommy?"
6:58 - Consult phone, sift emails, find actual field location. More driving.
7:01 - "That looks like your team! Go! Run! You're not that late!"
7:13 - Arrive at field for younger daughter's soccer game. Meet Kevin, also just arriving, hand over a large bag of soccer balls. Everyone heads to the bathroom.
7:20 - Kev and younger daughter on soccer field. Eldest son eating picnic supper nearby. Youngest child playing ball with a friend.
7:25 - Carrie: "I'm going for a run. I'll be back in half an hour." Eldest son, and professional babysitter: "No problem."
8:10 - Carrie: "I'm back! I went 7km in 35 minutes flat! In the woods!" Son: "Hey."
8:11 - Younger daughter scores. Carrie looks up from texting a fraction of a second too late. Debates with eldest son the ethics of saying, "Great goal!" to younger daughter after game, when actual goal not actually witnessed.
8:14 - "Did you see my goal, Mommy?" "Er ..." Glances at eldest son who is ready to pounce on any obvious "lie." "It was an awesome goal!" Carrie hugs daughter, shoots daggers at son.
8:15 - Carrie leaves three children in care of Kevin, drives carshare car to other soccer field.
8:32 - Two minutes late! And the field is empty. What on earth? What if daughter got dropped at the wrong field an hour and a half ago??? Moderately frantic running.
8:33 - "Hey, there's my mom!" "What happened? What time does practice end? I'm not that late, am I?" Kind other mother: "Don't worry, I stayed with the girls. And really, everyone just left a minute ago."
8:40 - Drop off teammate with whom we do a lot of carpooling.
8:47 - Cell phone rings. Cell phone appears broken. Cannot answer cell phone. Driving anyway, and so should not.
8:49 - Pull into driveway, get cell phone working, daughter dials home phone number. "But it was Dad who was calling! From his cell phone! He's not at home! We are!"
8:50 - Cell phone ceases responding to button pushing. Home phone receives endless message of Carrie unlocking door, racing into house, dumping bags from carshare car, using home phone to call Kev. Kev: "We don't have keys. We're waiting for you at the carshare car parking spot."
8:55 - Drop carshare car off with minutes to spare. Catch ride home with keyless husband and children.
9 pm - "What's for bedtime snack?" "Does anyone want any more supper?" "Brush your teeth!" "Stop playing the piano!" "It's bedtime!" "Oh, for bleep's sake, there's still the dishes." "At least Fooey took the clothes off the line!" "Has anyone walked these dogs?" "Just go to bed! Everyone! Just go to bed!"
Labels: chores, driving, kids, organizing, running, soccer, spring