How to Wreck a Schedule

Yesterday was going to be insane, no matter what the circumstances. I'm talking running from one place to another all day, babies napping in the car seat kind of crazy. This is what it was supposed to look like:

7:50 -- I drop the kids off at school and go to work
11:00 -- Scott picks Violet up, drops all three girls with a sitter
12:00 -- I pick all three girls up, head into town for Violet's dental appointment
1:00 -- dental appointment (feed babies during appointment)
3:35 -- Milo home from school
3:55 -- load up for Violet's dance class
4:15 -- dance class (feed babies during dance class)
4:45 -- load kids up and drive to campus to meet daddy
5:00 -- drop older kids with a sitter
5:20 -- Violet's parent/teacher conference
5:40 -- Milo's parent/teacher conference
6:00 -- pick up big kids form sitter, go home, eat, and get to bed

What actually happened:

7:50 -- I drop the kids off at school and go to work
11:00 -- Scott picks Violet up, drops all three girls with a sitter
12:00 -- I pick all three girls up, head into town for Violet's dental appointment
12:05 -- while loading girls into the van, get a call from the school nurse that Milo has hurt his foot and won't calm down and could I please stop by to calm him down?
12:15 -- get to school and realize I can't calm him down, grab his stuff from his locker, help him hop to the van
1:00 -- dental appointment (feed babies during appointment)
1:05 -- kind dentist offers to take a look at Milo's injured foot -- I agree because he's got kids, medical training, and has been a coach so he's likely seen a couple of injuries. Dentist thinks it's a sprain, advises us to wait overnight to see how it is tomorrow (today). Sounds good, as it was what I was going to do, anyway.
3:35 -- Milo home from school -- scratch that one.
3:55 -- load up for Violet's dance class (this means carrying two infant car seats and Milo to the van)
4:15 -- dance class (this means unloading two infant car seats and Milo from the van in two trips into the building) (feed babies during dance class)
4:45 -- load kids up (with help from another mom, it was only one trip to the van with Milo on my back) and drive to campus to meet daddy
5:00 -- drop older kids with a sitter (daddy carried Milo inside)
5:20 -- Violet's parent/teacher conference SHE ROCKS!
5:40 -- Milo's parent/teacher conference HE ROCKS!
6:00 -- pick up big kids form sitter (daddy carried Milo to the van and into our house), go home, eat (I cook real fast), and get to bed (I carry Milo up stairs)
8:00 -- I collapse on the couch with a margarita and watch Dexter
9:00 -- still collapsed on the couch watching Castle
11:00 -- finally drift off to sleep
1:00 -- Willa wakes, hungry. I carry her downstairs and feed her, then take her back upstairs to bed.
1:30 -- Juliet wakes, hungry. I carry her downstairs and feed her, then take her back upstairs to bed.
3:00 -- A voice next to the bed starts calling, "Mom! Mom!" I sit up and look around, but not down. I look down and find Milo, who has crawled from his room with something in his hand. "Mom! I lost my tooth!" (OK -- as an aside, how many of you have kids who routinely lose teeth while sleeping? This is his second...)
3:01 -- I carry Milo back to bed and crawl in with him to "settle him for a minute"
4:00 -- I wake up and realize that when I said "minute" I really meant "hour"
6:00 -- Milo up for the day, I poke Mr. Ambien and say, "Please, can you take this one? This is the fourth time I;ve been up..."
6:01 -- I roll over and sleep for 29 minutes.
6:30 -- I'm up for the day. We determine that Milo needs to see the doctor.
8:00 -- Scott calls for an appointment with the doctor. He mouths, "What do I tell them?" I say, "Tell them we suspect that he broke his first metatarsal." Scott rolls his eyes because I remembered the name of the bone. Either that or he thought I was showing off. Which maybe I was.

2:20 -- doctor's appointment, x-ray and confirmation that Milo did, indeed, break his first metatarsal.

And that's how to wreck a schedule.