Tuesday? Check!

Wow.

Tuesday.

I always knew you were an awful beast, sneaking up on us right after the deluge of Monday, but without the rest of the weekend under our belts.

But this? This was a low blow. And what's worse? You're going to keep coming at us with both guns blazing.

Tuesday has taken on a whole new state of chaos in our life. Tuesday is now known as "Sports Night".

Let me back up a half a click and say this - we limit the kids to one sport per child per season. This is difficult to make them understand, but hey, we've already resolved ourselves to the "mean parent" role. Because one sport per child x 3 children is still 3 sports per season. And nights like tonight prove that is still way more than we can handle.

Our new Tuesday regime looks like this:
*Get Bonnie and Clyde up from nap, change Bonnie into leotard with warm clothes over it and Clyde into his hockey gear.

*Dexter home from school via carpool at 3:45 pm

*Everyone loaded up in the car, ready to pull out at 3:50 pm

*Drive 20ish minutes west of home to the ice rink, where Clyde has hockey lessons at 4:15 pm.

*Have Husband meet us at ice rink prior to 5 pm so someone can leave with Bonnie to drive 35ish minutes east (to the other side of the county) to make gymnastics practice at 6 pm.

*All while the other parent stays at the ice rink to change Clyde out of his hockey gear, get everyone a snack, and then get Dexter in his hockey gear in time to be on the ice at 6:15pm for his hockey team practice.

*All meet back at home somewhere around 8 pm to eat dinner at lightning speed, shower at lightning speed, and get them all into bed at lightning speed (and hopefully, before 9pm, a full hour past the regular bed time)

Yeah, Tuesday. You're a cruel, cruel joke.