Game on!

So yesterday was... an experience. Day started out fine enough. If you can consider having to wake up at 6:30 to take J to an early swim meet "fine", then yesterday started out fine.

Anyhoo, while I was at the meet I called S at home to make sure she was awake, which she was, and told her we'd be back in half an hour and to get ready cos we were going out for brekkie and to see a local highschool performance of the musical version of "The Secret Garden", which S was not looking forward to. So J and I got home 45 mins later (the meet took a little longer), and S was still in her PJs, hair unbrushed etc. Yeah, not happy, Jan. I told her to get changed quickly. We didn't have time for brekkie before the performance, so we had it after.

Breakfast was yum. J had green eggs and ham. Even though it's food colouring, looking at it still made me want to hurl. :) S had pancakes and I had banana bread french toast. Mmmmmmm. So it was a good start to the day, even if it was at noon.

When we got home though, the you-know-what hit the fan.

I needed to do laundry cos S had been doing hers the whole previous day, so I went up there and her clothes and stuff was everywhere, unfolded, and there were still clothes in the washer and dryer. So I called her to start cleaning it up and all was well.

For two seconds.

I had gone downstairs to get my dirty clothes and went back upstairs to the laundry. No S.

I go downstairs and find her in the basement watching TV. Man, she got an earful. Mostly about being 13 and needing constant supervision. The "conversation" went on for quite awhile cos she doesn't know when to shut up and just say, "Ok, my bad. I'll fix my stuff up." She likes to figure it all out on her own. Whatevs.

That basically went on for the rest of the day. :( She had so many chores that needed to be done, that should have been done yonks ago and she hadn't. And I had to keep checking her every 5 minutes to make sure she wasn't slacking off, which she was constantly doing.

...Inhale...

...Exhale...

Then in the evening I went to pick J up from his friend's house. Their dad was supposed to send him home half an hour previously, so I called again and spoke to one of the kids and told them it was time for J to come home. When I still didn't see J, I walked over to the house to pick him up. The dad was all, "The boys said he already left." Well, he wasn't at home.

We spent the next 25 mins searching the neighbourhood. Looked everywhere. I went to the park up the street about 5 times, and then on one of the nearby streets there were all these ambulances and fire engines and my heart started racing, but thankfully, no J.

I finally met back up with the other kids' dad and he was like, "Let's check the garage for his scooter." The scooter was still there, so they went back in the house and the boys yelled J's name, and J's like, "Yeah?"

HE WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME. He had spent those 25mins packing up his Yugioh cards. He hadn't even realised that no one was home. I swear, he is in his own world.

So yeah. Crisis averted.

Today was a bleh day. Another little run in with S. I think the power struggles have begun. Problem is, she's messing with the wrong girl. :)