This morning I woke up feeling completely refreshed - birds chirping outside, totally cozy snuggled in under my comforter and listening to the reassuring sound of my husband snoring lightly beside me...I rolled over to look at the clock.. 8am... 8am!!! What? Who decided to sleep this late??? We had to be out of the house in an hour to get Julianna to her dance recital by a little after 9am. Carly and Aidan wake up like clockwork everyday at 7am. I immediately resort to the only logical solution to them still sleeping... they must be dead. Okay, maybe that is not so logical but it's me...... or if by some chance they are still alive then someone clearly climbed in their window last night and stole them. They probably thought that they were helping us out. It takes about 3 seconds for these thoughts to pass through my head and in no time at all I am in the babies' room. Of course, they were soundly asleep and now I have woken up the entire house in my mad dash to make sure they were all alive, which of course they were.
Somehow we manage to get everyone feed, bathed and dressed in time to get out of the house. My husband Chad and I have the management of our children down to a science. Our assembly line baths are done in 15 minutes.... Chad undresses the babies one at a time, shuffles them into the bathroom with me while I bath them head to toe in three minutes flat. It kind of reminds me of a Nascar race where the team works with speed and precision to get a tire changed on the course. Sometimes I think that I should start timing us and setting a new goal for the next time but then Chad reminds me that I have a serious problem.
Needless to say, we do make it there in three cars... yup, we picked up my Mom and Dad along the way in their car. Chad took the older two a little early to get Julie set up and I finished up with the babies and met them there. The recital starts at 10am and I am feeling freakin awesome because we are pulling into Nazareth College at 9:45am feeling confident and ready to tackle the recital. Of course, everyone else coming to the concert arrived at 9:30 so the parking lot is as full as a can of sardines. But remember, I am super mom (so I tell myself) and I find two spots right on the side of a little road that winds through the school. I park my minivan and my Dad parks his SUV and in we go.
First sign we see: No food or drinks allowed in the auditorium. Well, obviously that only applies to the common folk - not the freak show with two sets of twins because there is no way in hell that I am going in there without sippy cups and goldfish.We take up an entire section - Chad, Nick, the babies, my mom, my dad, Chad's parents, Uncle Matt, Aunt Yolanda, super nanny Karyl, one of my best friends Meghan and her son Taylor ... whoa. No one sits near us. Seriously, can you blame them? Carly is climbing across the seats like she is at Gymboree and Aidan has already started attacking the box of goldfish. And you better believe that I keep those fish coming because if his little chubby hand doesn't have goldfish in it the whole auditorium is going to know.
Julie's first number goes on. She's adorable; we cheer; we clap; we think we have the cutest little girl in the world (along with every other parent in the auditorium). Then the entire recital stops. There is an announcement. "Would the owner of a ...." uh oh... I don't even have to listen... I start digging through my purse.."silver Honda Odyssey and blue Honda Pilot (license plates listed)... please move your cars out of the fire lane..." Really? That was a fire lane?? There wasn't even a sign... "your cars are about to be towed". Yup, that's it...just a day in the life...
LOL!!!
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