A typical day in my life. Things tend to lead from one thing to another to another...
Knock at my door. "what?!"
Son #1, Jon, says, "Aren't you going to work?"
Slowly my eyes open and squint to see the clock. Yep. 7:08. Last time I remembered seeing was 3:33 which is my normal middle of the night time to pee. Why doesn't time pass this fast when I am awake?
"Thanks. Yep, I am going to work."
Jon leaves to go to Carl Sandburg College, which he dreads.
Out of bed I semi fly (I usually move out of bed at the rate of a glacier.) and rush into the bathroom. Once finished there, I move out into the common domain of the house. Quiet. That isn't normal. I go to the children's room and promptly awaken them rudely with my town cry of the time which is now 7:16. Two children respond, the third remains hidden under the covers.
"Come on Josh, you have to go to school." (Luckily the younger children sleep in their clothes so that when it is time to get up, all they have to manage is finding their socks and shoes)
"Noooooooo. I am sick." wails Josh.
"No, you are not. Come on honey. Get up and you will feel better." said in my patient understanding coercing mom voice.
"Noooooooo. You never believe me. I am sick." whines the lump under the covers.
"Oh, sweetie, it is ok. You know that you will feel better once you are up. Do you want me to make you some eggs?"
"Noooooooooo. I am sick."
"Come on now. You just need to get up and take your medicine. You know that Mrs. Shover ( his wonderful patient teacher) is keeping track of the days you take your medicine. And soon you can pick a prize out of the prize box if you keep taking your medicine like the wonderful little boy you are."
"Noooooooooooo." whiney whiney whiney mumble mumble mumble.
"Now, Josh. I am not playing. You have to get up."
"mom, mom...you have to sign this permission slip." interrupts Urania.
"U, you know that last night I asked you if you had anything to sign etc. Why didn't you give it to me then?"
"I couldn't find it last night."
"ok. give me a pen. Josh, come on now, get up."
"I can't find a pen. Do you know where one is?"
"No, U, I don't. Please look in the yellow room. Josh, get up. I don't really have time for this."
"noooooooo. I am sick. You never believe me. You always believe Urania."
"No, I don't. Come on now I have to go to work today. Let's go have some breakfast."
"nooooooooo."
"Mom, here's a pen."
"U, I need one that has ink in it...although at this point, I wouldn't mind giving you my blood, but I am sure there is some bodily fluid law prohibiting signing permission slips in blood."
"I can't find a pen......."
"I don't know what to tell you, U. Josh NOW GET UP!"
" Noooooooooooo."
I walk into the room which just makes the lump curl up tighter in the blanket. I grab the entire blanket ...."Mom, here is a pen."
"What?!!! Can't you see I am busy physically removing your brother from his cocoon of peace?"
"You are the one who told me that I needed to have a pen and now you won't even sign it. You care more about Josh than me."
"Yes, U, that is it. I would rather wrestle your brother into his shoes and socks, shove a pill down his throat, and toss him out the door with a coat trailing behind him than simply sign a permission slip. I am sorry you have seen through my feeble attempt to hide my favoritism."
Lump is moving now. Thinking that he has been forgotten. My right hand shoots out and grabs the exposed foot. I drag him off the bed. He has turned into this twisting, turning, clawing animal.
"Josh, stop. You have to go to school. It is the law."
"I don't care about the law. I am sick."
"Mom, can you sign this now?"
Ahhhhhhh. I let go of the leg and turn to scribble my signature onto the precious permission slip.
"There. Are you happy? Then I turn my attention back to the now fastly retreating Josh.
"Please Josh. Be a big boy. Let's go eat."
"Noooooo. I am sick."
Now I am at the end of my rope. Threats do no good. Walking away seems to be the option. This is where my daughter Cassie enters. She is the child who got up with no hollering, no threats involved. Has done her hair, makeup and clothes and looks like a perfectly put together teenager in the morning. (Does not come from my genes). She pushes me aside. Walks into the room. Glares at Josh.
"We do not have time for this." she says icily.
"I am not playing. Get ready now." she finishes.
Lo and behold, the previous mayhem seems like a nightmare that is now past. Josh gets ready, takes his pill and all is calm again.
All of a sudden something in my brain goes off. Ahhhhh. I was supposed to have wakened my 2nd oldest son who has alienated himself from the rest of the family and lives as if in a cave in the basement. He had to be up as the hay man is supposed to be coming at 8:00 and Chris is the only one who can operate the tractor. My husband, Jack, is at work doing overtime and won't be home in time to unload the hay. Getting Chris up is almost as bad as getting Josh up. I know that it will take a minimum of 17 hollers down the stairs..."Chris, chris, chris, christopher, christopher boo, (his nickname he got as a child because he used to cry so much, boo hoo). Finally a voice will respond..."WHAT?!!!" I grit my teeth and say sweetly, "Come up here, dear. I need you to go start the tractor." "What???" I repeat myself wondering why I even bother.
Silence. Now, I am never sure if this is an indication that he has started moving or if he has fallen back asleep. I wait a few moments. "Chris?" "Chris?" "YES, I am coming, hold on!"
Great. Sullen he climbs the stairs. "Ok. I am going to use the bathroom first if that is ok with you?" "Sure honey. Just start the Fucking tractor before 8 please."
Off he goes to the bathroom. He returns to find his coat and to go out and start the tractor. In the meantime my organized child, Cassie, has rounded up Urania and Josh and has them sitting in the now warming up van. I turn to find my cell phone and in that time period, Chris has now come back in. "Wow, I say, That was quick." "Yeah, real quick. The battery is dead."
I look at him blankly. Having no clue what it will take to get this tractor charged and ready to go. My stomach is now starting to hurt and my breathing is shallow.
"what do you mean?"
"The tractor won't start. I am calling Jack to find out where the battery is even located and what I need to do."
"The hay man is going to be here."
"He'll have to wait or else help me." Chris shrugs as if this is no big deal. No imposition on the hay man who probably has a thousand other things to do besides help get a tractor started and take the hay bales off the carrier dilly. I am not from a farm background and truly have no clue about many farm things. I have chickens as pets, not as a food source. Our cows are also basically for entertainment. I don't like killing live things.
I digress.
"Fine, I have to get the kids to school and I need to get to work....ahhhhhhhh". Another memory pops up...I am supposed to be waiting until 8 to call the dentist. Cassie had a tooth pulled and now 6 days later has a buckeye growing under her jaw where it was pulled out. Her oral surgeon is in Bloomington which is about an hour and 1/2 from us. My work is in between. I figured if they needed to see her, I could just drop the two little kids off at school and take Cassie to work with me then go to Bloomington for the appointment if this was what was going to happen. Off I go leaving Chris to deal with the tractor/hayman issue. In the car, thankfully, all was silent. I call the dentist and the nurse felt that once the doctor was in, he would simply prescribe some antibiotics (She asked me "Didn't we give her some when she left?" No, you didn't, just pain pills which seemed at the time more important than an antibiotic....you could tell she was surprised.)
Whew. I could drop Cassie off at school also and I could get to work. We were having a speaker and I needed to be there to help set things up. But that is another story.
And that was the morning of March 28, 2006.