Yesterday was the school fair. It is the biggest event for our school. The kids love it and the parents get to see what creativity our little precious children have been up to. My time at the school fair is not one of leisure. I am running with Evie in tow trying to keep all 3 of my kids satisfied and where they need to be at the time they need to be there. So I look longingly on while my friend with one child sits backs, talks to friends and only has to watch one performance. Well, 2, but who is counting. I AM! I had to make sure I was there for 4 performances. I know you are so sad for me.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my kids. Each and every one of them, but just as I have love times 3, I have frustration x 3, too. Have you ever tried to corral kids. I think cats would be easier and rabid dogs much nicer. I have, on more than one occasion, used my leg as a tool to keep all my kids from getting run over in a parking lot. It seems even though I have an 11 and 8 year old they have not grasped the concept that huge cars can really hurt you and with the smart phone, no one is watching where they are going in those huge cars. The fair was no different, however, much more difficult. Just as I would find all 3 of my kids, I would turn around and find I have lost one. This is a common occurrence at pick up from aftercare, too. One always wonders off. Have you ever tried to find your kid in a crowd of kids that look just like your kid? It ain’t easy. I felt the worst for Evie. She is not old enough to be set free in the gates of the school fair, like her brother and sister. She was dragged from the Elmo bouncy a million times, because I have to watch her siblings’ performances or go check out the silent auction. I still missed the auction I was looking for. At one point, I was searching for parents, who were searching for their kids, who were searching for them and the vicious cycle was started.
I will say that if you ask the kids they had a great time, even Evie. Oh there was drama, but somehow the kids forget that and only have room for the good memories. I enjoyed watching the 4 performances, even if they were watched through the screen of my phone. Now it is on to today where I have to figure out who is going to the Easter party and who will stay to help Daddy with yard work. Sometimes having 3 kids ain’t so bad. Those times are when there are jobs that need to be done that I don’t want to do.