Mr. Mister Is Surprisingly Relevant

I don't even know why I try to have a plan on Wednesday. It never works out like I think it's going to. If I'm truthful, though, I would admit that my plan is never thorough enough, and so the reason things never go the way I think they are going to go is because I have forgotten something which I suddenly remember just in the nick of time (on a good day). 

Christian's lunch...why can I not remember that he has to take lunch on Wednesday? What is wrong with my brain that it cannot keep that bit of info on hand (on cerebrum?), and not just that, but be prepared to pack him lunch? You might think with just a few weeks of school left, I would have the Wednesday routine down pat.

No. Nope. Nu-uh. I do not.

Wednesdays are consistently crazy around here. It's strange.

Wednesday...the new Monday.

Today held a lot of driving for me, namely in circles. After a morning and afternoon full of looping through the city of Dallas, we left in the early evening for the ball games. Christian's was first. During his game, I wasn't paying attention to the time, and almost forgot entirely that Michaela also had her softball game. I drove her over to the field where her game was being played and watched her, as well as kept an eye on Eliana while she played on the playground. Then Mike called to remind me that I had his keys and his wallet (he changed in the van since I brought his clothes to the ball field). I'm telling you, we are like Laurel and Hardy. But it's not funny when it's your own life. (But you have to laugh, or die. Am I right?)

Someone else was kind enough to drop him off where I was, and then I dropped him off again at his truck. We picked up dinner on the way home (it was almost 9pm!!) and the kids showered and ate and got in bed soon after we got home. 

Is it just us, or do other families have this trouble? Is it hard for anyone else to remember things, to work out a reasonable schedule, to manage all of the activities and events efficiently? Or even just lunch?!

The highlight of my day was listening to a new version of the Mr. Mister song "Kyrie Eleison" (from 1985...man, that makes me feel old) and laughing when Michaela cried out,"What is he saying?!" I told her that the song was from when I was young, and I had no idea what the words were then, and I didn't know now. (Note: Now, as in, at this present moment, I do know, because I have since looked it up. At the time of the convo in the car, I did not know. I was not referring to the song by its name, because I did not know what it was!) (I always had a vague sense that the word Kyrie was in the song. But that was it. And it wasn't strong. Like the force in Anakin.) I told her that I had always sung,"Gimme, gimme a laser down the road that I must travel!" She burst out laughing and agreed that it sounded like that, or maybe something to do with a weasel. Or diesel. (A weasel or a diesel on the road makes much more sense than a laser.) When we got home tonight, I mentioned it to Mike, and he had another idea about what the words were, so when we looked it up and discovered Kryie Eleison, it was a great surprise. I shouted out that I knew the word Kyrie was in there, but I don't think anyone believed me, because it's awfully easy to shout,"I knew that!" once the right answer is out there. 

Do you know what Kyrie Eleison means? Lord, have mercy. (That's what it means. I'm not asking him for mercy right this minute.) (Although that is never a bad idea.)

Isn't that exactly what I ought to bring to my Wednesdays? To my every day? Add a little 80s rock 'n' roll...extra bonus. (wink, and smile)

P.S. I'll post some baseball/softball pics tomorrow.