I’m rushing around this morning like a mad woman, taking Carson to school, making cinnamon rolls for the other children, getting them ready for school, rounding up gloves and boots for the newly-falling snow, packing up projects (why in the heck are we doing projects right before Christmas?), getting myself ready to go to Space Lab in 3rd grade (yes, as Carson said, I stink at science!), and preparing for 18 people to come to my home for the staff/elder Christmas party tonight. (As you can see, I have no business blogging this morning, but I needed a quick rant!)

As I’m sending William and KeKe out the door, William yells that the bus has come early. Of course, the bus would come early on this slow, easy-going morning! William puts it in high gear and runs to the bus stop. KeKe runs a short ways, then stops in the middle of the freakin’ street and begins to cry that she can’t go any further. I’m walking up the street, hollering at the top of my lungs, “Run, Kitty, Run!” as she stands in the middle of the street and cries, “I can’t. My leg is hurting.” Psycho Mom appeared and screamed for the whole neighborhood to hear (and Child Protective Services, I’m sure), “If you don’t run to that bus, I’m going to really hurt your leg!!!!!!” Now, I’m running for her, and Mr. Bus is waiting for her. When she sees me running towards her, she takes off running and crying the whole way! Just so any neighbors happened to notice Psycho Mom, I hollered at her (for their benefit), “Good job, honey! You made it!” Then, under my breath, “She’s going to make me insane.” Of course, how much more insane could I be at that point?

I feel much better. Now, I can be late for taking Jia to school and for me to get to Space Lab. I think I already live in Space Lab anyway!!! As Carrie Underwood would sing, “Jesus, take the wheel. I can’t do this on my own!”