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I thought about titling this post: "Things You Didn't Know People ACTUALLY Did..." because on Friday, when school was out for teacher professional day, I took a friend's kids and Mason to the Children's Museum. We all had an awesome time, because my strategy for dealing with multiple kids with multiple agendas at the Children's Museum is to impose one simple rule: I stand at the door to the gallery. When you want to move to a new gallery, it's your job to round everyone up and convince them to go together.
This works suprisingly well.
I was also very worried about taking care of these guys, so the night before I came up with a couple of other strategies. I brought snacks. I brought water. I brought a mostly empty backpack for all the THINGS kids accumulate/take off during a visit to the Children's Musuem.
I ended up feeling pretty smug about my ability to herd cats... and we all had a great time. I even got a few pictures of the kids being cute in various galleries (dinos were a big hit). But right at the end of my tenure as super mom of three, everything fell apart. As my friend was picking up his kids and we were transferring booster seats back into his car, his son ACTUALLY stuck his tongue on the frozen metal pole of our stair railing.
Seriously.
I ran back in the house to get hot water in a plastic bottle, but while I was waiting the few seconds for the water to heat sufficiently, the boy tore his tongue from the pole. OW! I presume he's okay, despite all the blood, because his sister informed us that he was at school today. But... wow. I didn't know people actually did that.
Today is the craziness, however, so I'm just going to give you a taste of what I need to accomplish today and then run off to try to do it. I have to fax page proofs back to Penguin for Tate's HONEYMOON OF THE DEAD. I have to get to the post office to mail books to some fans. I have to write a zillion more words on RESURRECTION CODE, and write a proposal for an adult book for Tate's agent to try to sell to Penguin.
Oh and probably eat lunch and pick up my kid from school at some point and clean the house... oh, and learn Sanskrit!
Yay! Love my life! (seriously, universe!)
This works suprisingly well.
I was also very worried about taking care of these guys, so the night before I came up with a couple of other strategies. I brought snacks. I brought water. I brought a mostly empty backpack for all the THINGS kids accumulate/take off during a visit to the Children's Musuem.
I ended up feeling pretty smug about my ability to herd cats... and we all had a great time. I even got a few pictures of the kids being cute in various galleries (dinos were a big hit). But right at the end of my tenure as super mom of three, everything fell apart. As my friend was picking up his kids and we were transferring booster seats back into his car, his son ACTUALLY stuck his tongue on the frozen metal pole of our stair railing.
Seriously.
I ran back in the house to get hot water in a plastic bottle, but while I was waiting the few seconds for the water to heat sufficiently, the boy tore his tongue from the pole. OW! I presume he's okay, despite all the blood, because his sister informed us that he was at school today. But... wow. I didn't know people actually did that.
Today is the craziness, however, so I'm just going to give you a taste of what I need to accomplish today and then run off to try to do it. I have to fax page proofs back to Penguin for Tate's HONEYMOON OF THE DEAD. I have to get to the post office to mail books to some fans. I have to write a zillion more words on RESURRECTION CODE, and write a proposal for an adult book for Tate's agent to try to sell to Penguin.
Oh and probably eat lunch and pick up my kid from school at some point and clean the house... oh, and learn Sanskrit!
Yay! Love my life! (seriously, universe!)