A Christmas program for preschool and breakfast with my kids

This morning I did not hear my hubby leave for work. He always bends down to kiss me good bye before he leaves. I do not remember this either. The fact that he showers, dresses, and rumbles around for 45 minutes prior to this tells you just how tired I am!

Anywho, at 8:15am my phone rang. Apparently this was enough to wake me from my drug induced slumber of the night before and make my brain function enough to think
"OMG! It is way late and I have to have 6 kids out of here to go in 2 seperate directions in 15 minutes! Yikes.

8:35am. (okay, 20 minutes but really, who is counting!)We are now traveling out of our neighborhood in one vehicle. The older sons van has no gas, I mean NO gas. We will attempt to drop off 2 jr. hi age children for their Mops babysitting duty early with a cell phone in hand in case something comes up and they are not needed or whatever and then get to the grandsons Christmas program by 9am.

Being the stroller addict I am, I think it will be wise to plop the wee one (who is now just over 20 pounds and not so "wee" any more) into her pink polka dotted umbrella stroller(complemented her outift nicely if I do say so myself) for the "hurry up let's get in there before we miss the opening" wild ride across the street and into a very old church I have no knowledge of floor plans for. . .

Forunately another poor soul was arriving just as late as I but knew the layout and got us in and to a elevator that would put us right outside the sanctuary where said program was beginning!! Unfortuanately, it was right outside of the front of the Sanctuary full of people in very tight pews and all inclined to wondering eyes (what? the live Nativity and beautiful baby couldn't hold their attention?) .

Alas, I am prudent enough to shove the stroller under the coat rack and tromp, ummm, I mean tiptoe in and make my way 3/4 of the way back with my 6'1" son, my loud nearly 4 year old son, my heavy 1 year old daughter and her blanket and bottle. oh my. Fortunately, the hubby was at work and did not have to witness this!

In retrospect, I think we were one of the more quiet parties arriving actually! After three somewhat bland songs, and one Christmas story where we almost got the point, we were dismissed to said grandsons classroom for one egg free, nut free sugar cookie and paper cup of juice. Oh, and communal play dough and other such stuff. I think I homeschool for more than one reason. 'nuff said.

I wouldn't have missed it for the world though, being my grandson was so cute and all and in the very front row!

Haven't mentioned yet that the other cell phone rang 4 times, each with a more dire message than the last, "Mom, no one is here, no one is coming, it is cold, when can you come get us? , they must have cancelled." aaahh, sent older brother in my precious car back out to pick them up (yup, he got turned around and lost!) and they all make it back in time to meet us leaving. Oldest son (Daddy to grandson) gives them each a glittery sugar cookie sans nuts and eggs of course which they all take with trepidation and much thanks!

We decide maybe a late breakfast out might be a good idea.

Off to Bob Evans and the next series of misadventures. . .

Me, my 6 kids, my daughter in law, and my grandson.
(Hubby is still happily at the office having his own Christmas lunch with his department.)

Yup, good times. Merry Christmas.