The Best Laid Plans

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- Work while sitter takes older kids to gymnastics and baby has early intervention therapy.
- Mail off expense report with time at the library.
- Home for a play date with one of my daughter's special friends.
- Sitter called from gymnastics and said "Open gym" was "Closed." PDD-NOS daughter is having meltdown in the parking lot because of this. They go to an in door playground instead, but daughter keeps telling sitter, "I want to do gymnastics. There is no room for gymnastics." Bummer for her.
- Son comes home starving because the peanut butter had jelly on it and the goldfish crackers were pizza instead of plain. I thought only "only children" could be so freaking picky.
- I am ready to take everyone to the post office for the expense report and then a quick trip to the library, and I can't find my car keys. Where the hell are my keys? Keys? I better find those keys. Like I said, my husband is out of town and if I can't take the kids anywhere this weekend Jack Nicholson will look like father of the year and you will see a blog post that says, "All work and no play make Pagie go crazy" over and over again. Maybe one or two blog posts that way...
- Found the keys but had no time to go to the library. I promised them we could go tomorrow if they were good at the post office. Then I thought, why drive to the post office now? We can do it all at once tomorrow.
- The little girl never shows up for the play date. I call her mom who didn't get my email with directions to our house. She IS coming tomorrow, but still, tell my child her plan has changed AGAIN. She had already laid out all the dress up princess clothes and printed out the Disney Princess coloring sheets. It wasn't fun this afternoon.
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Page Pelphrey
I have three children: an autistic daughter and two very active little boys. Very rarely does autism affect a little girl, and I have yet to read a blog that matches my life and routine. I was a working mom until last year, when I began to work from home. I can't seem to do anything the way another SAHM would do it. I try to change a diaper and I hear a crash in the living room. I try to read a bedtime story and they want to know why the peddler didn't wake up when the monkeys stole his caps. I clean the bathroom in time for my semi-potty trained son to need it again. I somehow manage to make it to preschool, therapy, and the library with all three children but forget to buy milk. I love to write about my life, but I am a big Quack of a SAHM.
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