I want to think of myself as a "put-together" sort of person: I schedule my hair appointments months in advance. I make lists. My hall clock runs fast so I can get out the door to the boys' school early (genius!). I even have what we affectionately call the "command center" in the kitchen - a combination huge calendar/bulletin board that maps out our daily commitments and work schedules, all in bright Crayola-approved erasable marker.
With this in mind, about two weeks after having my third baby, I got around to reserving the kids' summer camp sessions (early!). Check that one off the list, easy-peasy. Well, fast forward to the first day of camp, and the kids are excited... I'm excited too! Because, really, how often do get to have six hours of undisturbed quality time with your bed or ipad.... I mean... errr.... new baby?
With their backpacks stuffed with multiple towels & bathing suits, lunches made, and sunblock applied, we head out the door. We even arrive ten minutes early (Huzzah! The hall clock system works!). I drop the kids off calmly to their respective camp groups, feeling a great sense of, "I got this three kid thing down", and head home for a much anticipated cup of coffee & cuddle with baby. When I get... THE CALL.