Things that I accomplished yesterday:

• I mistakenly bought a purse from a third party vendor on Amazon. I sent five e-mails fighting with them about the return. They wanted to charge a 40% restocking fee!
• I sent five e-mails between Ian’s camp and the school district. The school district first said they would help pay for the camp, because it’s also a summer school academic program. Then they said they wouldn’t. Still, no resolution here.
• I strong armed the school district into providing a special ed bus for Ian for next year. Three e-mails.
• I exchanged a backpack that Jonah got as a gift for another one in a different color. I didn’t have a gift receipt. Long wait, but ultimately successful.
• I picked up Jonah early from school, because it’s finals week.
• I got an e-mail from Ian’s teacher saying that she needed old school photographs for Ian immediately. They were needed for his graduation ceremony next week. There was a miscommunication from the schools, so I never got the memo for this request.
• I proof read Jonah’s final history essay.
• I mended Jonah’s sore wrist and bloody knee. He wiped out in front of the house mid-afternoon. His wrist grew more puffy and painful as the evening went on. We debated whether or not we should go to the emergency room.
• I sent e-mails to the school notifying them that he would need modifications on his finals, because he couldn’t type or write.
• I made reservations for 16 at a restaurant in New York City for this Saturday.
• No time to cook dinner. Pizza.

It’s 9am. Things that I accomplished today:

• I helped Jonah print out his essay.
• I sent two e-mails and two phone calls to his school, because I have to take him to the emergency room, after he turns in his history paper.
• I arranged for two make-up exams.
• I drove him to school.
• I packed up Ian for field day.
• I scanned his school photographs and sent them to his school.
• I sent an e-mail to his camp.
• I sent two e-mails to his teacher.
• I explained that we need to change our socks every day, and that re-wearing socks is gross.
• I sun screened him.
• I got him on his bus.
• I showered. We’re out of toothpaste, so it’s a double rinse of mouthwash sort of morning.
• And now, I’m waiting for Jonah’s text message to come pick him up and drive him to the emergency room.
• Because this will be our family’s second trip to the emergency room this month and potentially our second broken bone, I’m bracing for a call from Child Protective Services.