Just Another Day in Paradise...

My washing machine is broken. This is a problem for the obvious reasons... socks and underwear are necessary items, sports jerseys and dance leotards really should be washed after every use...etc, etc. The washing machine situation is a MAJOR issue in MY house for other reasons, such as:

*Addison's poop smearing phase makes things really smelly

*Kaelyn's favorite thing to do when she's mad at me is pee in her clothes

*Bryce is that kid with a constant bloody nose

*And although Adam thinks he's saving me time by wearing his socks for five days strait, it's really not the best idea for anyone involved.

Yesterday, we left the house at 8:30 to meet Adam for breakfast and do some laundry at a friend's house. She was nice enough to start it for me so by the time we got back from breakfast (which, by the way, consisted of only ONE meltdown, a definite record!) I only had a few loads to go. I determined that the best idea would be to go strait to Bryce's basketball game from her house, that way I would have time to get most of the laundry done. I asked Bryce to change into his newly clean basketball jersey and mandatory white undershirt, while I was folding. About 20 minutes before it was time to leave, Bryce gets a bloody nose and wipes it on his white shirt. Great, now we have to book it to make it home, change his shirt, and make it to the game on time. I rush the kids out of the house and into the car. When we get home, we run in, and I instruct Bryce to change his shirt while I grab snacks for the girls and a gatorade for Bryce. He comes out of his room, jacket zipped up, and we leave. We make it to the game on time... HALLELUJAH! Bryce takes off his jacket, and he has on a white shirt, but it appears that he forgot to put his jersey on over that shirt. So we are jersey-less with about 5 minutes until game time. I go talk to the coach, who informs me that it's not a big deal, they can share jerseys. WHEW! I look at Bryce, who is warming up with his team at this point, and see his pants sitting on the floor by him. His jacket, however, is missing. The jacket that I JUST bought him, because he lost his other one at school.

Me: Bryce, where's your jacket

Bryce: I gave it to you.

I look down at what I'm holding. Two fruit snacks, Kaelyn's gatorade, Bryce's pants that I picked up off the floor, car keys, a magnidoodle, and a nintendo DS... but no jacket.

Me: Bryce, you didn't give it to me, I was talking to your coach.

Bryce: Oh, well I set it down right there and now it's gone.

With my family, all things are possible. Apparently, that includes jackets disappearing into thin air. Since it was 30 degrees outside yesterday, we were in luck that 2 weeks ago he also lost ANOTHER jacket at the game, and the coach happened to have it in her car. Yes, I know, this is A LOT of jackets... I think we're up to four jacket fatalities this winter.

To top it off, I called Adam when I got home to have a mini breakdown/crying session before we headed out to the two birthday parties of the evening, and his friend answered. Apparently, Adam left his phone in the dispatcher office. Like father, like son.