So today was a challenge. Both boys had soccer games at 9am on opposite ends of the field and to top that it was 38 degrees at 8:45 when we left. Buuurrrr. Sierra was going to watch Lilly at the house but I decided I would let her sleep in since she has been such a big help lately.
Both boys have the same coach, Ray and Wendy Shisler, who are super great people and everyone there knows I am flying solo these days so there was loads of support and noone seemed to let on that I was overwhelmed and disheveled at best. Child proof coffee tumbler in hand... and two water bottles, a set of keys and a toddler with both boys trailing behind arguing over who has bigger feet, I decide "I can do this".
So I over explain to Parker and Brayden "if you look up and mom isn't there I just ran to the other game" (mind you these games are like 4 fields away from each other, I am toting Lilly and its now a not so sunny 41 degrees) "if you need help you have Coach or Miss Wendy" then I repeat 3 more times to help compensate for my mommy guilt over things I 1. cannot control 2. am honestly doing my best at. Luckily the only incident was Bray got run over and bounced off his face, so not fun, but I was there to kiss him and he was fine.
All and all it worked. I have a blister from running back and forth and still haven't managed a shower but I did it.
Still at the house "GO LIONS"