I hate Wednesdays with a passion. I was talking to a friend yesterday morning and I mentioned how much I hate Wednesdays and she said incredulously, "More than Mondays??"
Yes. I am so burnt out by Wednesday morning that I have a hard time getting myself out of bed and making sure The Curly Girlies are up. I don't want to get breakfast and I don't want to pack lunches. Because of this I move so much more slowly than any other day.
We are always late out the door on Wednesday mornings. I like to leave our house between 7:35 and 7:45, definitely no later than the latter, but on Wednesdays we tend not to walk out the door until at least 7:50. I always know this will be the case, but every time I get stressed.
This week is the Book Fair! I adore the Book Fair. It is my most favorite event our school has. I volunteer every day because it makes me happy. Yesterday, I was planning on being in early to help with Make Ups (we open early to allow the children who've gone with their classes but didn't have money then to come buy what they want). We pulled up to the school at 7:55, just as the warning bell rang. I parked on the swale, opened my door and said, "Let's go, go go! Come on! Move it!" The girls jumped out of the car with backpacks and B and M both cried out at the same time, "My lunchbox! Oh no!"
"Oh well," I said to them, not so sympathetically. "I don't have time to run home to get it right now."
"What am I supposed to do for lunch?," whined B. "You said you didn't want us to buy!"
"I will go home in a little bit and bring back your lunchbox before you go to lunch, OK? It's not really my responsibility."
We started to walk to the driveway to cross and I said, "Oh no! My badge!" (and you wonder where my darlings get it from! Ha!). I ran back to my car and grabbed my volunteer badge.
"Come on!," I said, maybe a little too excitedly. "We have to go!"
I grabbed L's hand and ushered the girls across the driveway.
"You know you can't park there, don't you?," someone from across the street said.
I had no idea who they were talking to, so I continued walking.
"Excuse me! Ma'am! You know you can't park there, right?"
I looked across and saw the police officer who stands in that spot every morning pointing to my car.
"Uh? No. I didn't," I said, followed by a thought bubble above my head that read, "Obviously. If I knew that I wouldn't have parked there."
"There's a sign right there that says 'No Standing'," she informed me in a rude tone.
"Oh, I'm sorry!," I apologized. "I didn't see the sign!"
"Well, you can't park there. That's why there's a sign," she so kindly pointed out.
I turned to the girls, who were all standing there like deer in the headlights and said, "Go! Go to class. I have to move my car. Be spectacular! (I tell them that every morning)"
I turned and walked back to my car (my hands were full, by the way, with cookies, my badge, my bag and my keys) and the thought bubble above my head read, "Really, lady? You couldn't have told me that the first time you saw me getting out of car? What about the time you saw me running back to it? Or before I crossed the driveway?"
I managed to find another space (even better than before!) and ran in to the office, juggling everything. I made it to the media center a few minutes after 8 and managed to pull myself together. After all that. no one even came until 8:45.
I wasn't disappointed though. My terrible Wednesday dissipated as soon as I saw my friends. See, one of the reasons I love the book fair so much (aside from all of the wonderful books) is I get to be with my wonderful friends. We all lead such busy lives what with kids, husbands and PTO that we hardly get to spend nonPTO time together. It was such a breather to be able to sit and just chat about everything for 45 minutes.
Bump Day ended pretty much as it started, as a whirlwind of running. I know Wednesdays will always be my stinky days (for now) so I'm going to come up with a way to make them more palatable for myself. I haven't figured out what that will be yet, but I'm sure it'll be something good. Then perhaps Bump Day can go back to being Hump Day.
On a side note: I managed to get B's and M's lunches to them with just seconds to spare before B's lunch. Just a typical Wednesday, right?
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