Stephen and Korbi Ashton Family

Today was a hard day for this mama. Like serious. I don't feel well. Fever last night and body aches. And I have pink eye. Awesome. We had school orientation at 5:30. I was trying to get there right at 5:30 so that we could make it to football practice by 6:00. 

We didn't get to the school until 5:45 and I was pushing my huge stroller all around a new place to us with 100's of people everywhere. I felt so lost. Beck was excited as he ran into some friends right when we got there. I was upset that I had left my real camera at home. Sad face. Penelope was already mad and hungry and kicking Remington's seat that was in front of hers in our huge bus of a stroller.  

Beck has Mrs. Reyer for a teacher. I don't even know how to say her name. He has two little girls in his class that he knows; Chloe and our neighbor Courtlynn. 

He was excited about his desk and putting his markers and supplies into his desk. At this point we realize that I bought the wrong size binder. I am trying to hurry and flip through the packet he got and sign any papers that need signed and Paisley has tripped over something yet again and is bawling hysterically. (She fell asleep on the way to the school, so is very emotional at the point) Penelope is grabbing at any and everything and trying to eat it. 

After filling out a quick form and promising to send back the rest on Wednesday the first day, we head off to quickly get a tour from his buddy, Chloe, who is a Sage Point Elementary veteran. I realize that in all the craziness, Beck has had an accident and I send him to the nearest bathroom as I pick up Paisley once gain who is bawling hysterically and at this point Remington wakes up and is screaming hysterically. Beck is now lost. I can't find him anywhere. This school is set up in a circle and I start pushing that bus of a stroller around and around in this circle knowing that I am probably just missing him with every round of a corner that I make. People keep trying to stop me and make small talk. I don't have time for small talk. I have a starving screaming toddler, a crying newborn, pink eye and I'm carrying an emotional 5 year old while pushing bus stroller, frantically scanning crowd for excited 7 year old. Do I look like I have time to tell u about our summer?!?! I'm sorry, that was rude. Back to the story. After about 30 minutes we find Beck. Exchange hugs, have a chat about sticking in one place when You are lost and head for the car. We have missed football practice and all anyone wants is food. After paisley almost gets hit by a car an some stranger comes up and strokes the cheek of my two month, everyone is buckled and we are headed for nearest fast food place. A&W and Remmy is quiet so I book it home. He's screaming again, we realize Beck has left his backpack at the school with all the forms I'm sposed to fill out. Awesome. Get inside. Throw food at kids, feed Remington and as I am guzzling this Pepsi trying to calm my nerves and tell myself that everything is going to be ok I wonder if I really could do home schooling, cause it looks like a viable option...