TYPICAL?! What does that mean?

People ask me what a typical day is and I have to ask what typical even means?

It might be described as organized chaos.  How about loosely structured with some sprinkled OMGWTF thrown in each day?  Wait, I got it...

Busy.

At 3 am I missed a call from my BFF that now lives across the country from me.  I do not get calls from people at 3 am, so this was alarming to me at 5 am when I noticed that my stupid iphone did not alert me to her call. I was up feeding the baby at 3 am so I would have welcomed some company.

I texted her at 8 am, since I didnt want to wake her at 5 am, my time, I waited till 8.  I asked what was up.

An hour later I am situating my day and my kids are telling me the pending storm is causing the power to flick on and off in the entire house.  So off they run to unplug the precious flashing entertainment boxes so that they dont break.  I miss a call.  I am expecting it to say that it was my BFF and kinda excited to catch up with her.

nope.

It's my DH.  DH is a trucker that leaves me here with this crazy bunch at 3 am Monday morning and we don't see him till Friday about 10, or 11, or 12, or sometimes 3 am... So I call him back right away and hear him crying.

Oh dear Zeus what the hell is wrong?!  He blurts out that he may have just lost his job.  Not knowing what the heck is going on I am trying to get him to calm down and be rational.  We just got a house, are just getting back on or feet after his year long stint of being unemployed.  He can NOT loose his job!

I find out that he rolled his truck.

A SEMI!

He is freaking out that he rolled his semi and is more worried about loosing his job.  So hysterical he cant barely talk to me.  So I ask to talk with who is there with him.  Thankfully its his boss.  I explain that DH will be VERY concerned with his job and not really rational and to please make sure to take him to a doctor to get examined.  Not ER material, but just checked out ya know.  He agrees and says to please explain to DH to not worry about job and just talk to him and let him make sure he is ok.  (apparently DH was not communicating with boss at all. He was that messed up)

I try and start my day again, I have two well child visits today... I need to keep moving and have no time to sit and dwell.  I manage to shower and get ready and the biggers are watching some of the littles while I take the two littlest in for their exam.

Quickly I fix the internet issues so that my oldest doesnt have a heart attack.  This means removing hardware and removing programs in order to point somethingoranother to another area so that my router will work properly.

I am worried that their circ were done wrong because my first two did not look like these, but it has been years, so what do I know right?  Not like I see them all the time or anything.

So the doc says that the 2 yr old looks just fine. I was worried that it may have been done *too much* but the doc says it is fine.

The 7 month old is not.  His was not done properly and so it has healed to the top of his penis. When I brought him home I had said that it looked like they did not circ him at all. I just treated it like a intact, keeping it clean with out pulling, and just moving enough to keep skin away from healing area as per the doc follow up.  So now i have to take this poor baby to have it redone. The entire thing makes me mad.  The doctor explained to me a little more indepth, it is just a guessing game.  The size of the bell, the amount to cut.  The fact that it is a little more clean is something he says benefits the boys in the "stinky boys phase" but it can be problematic in the start more than people realize.

So I get to leave there.

Im one of those nuts that dont introduce a food other than breast milk or formula for the entire first year, but I have never been able to breast feed past one year.  The doc suggests introduction of iron fortified cereal, although the baby shows no sign of issues with iron and is the fastest growth rate of any of my kids. So now I have to figure this out... introduce and possibly have him quit BF because he wants the food more?

And I finally get to talk to my BFF and she is just missing home, here home.  So we text each other down and I pull the "you could have this life" card and she feels much better.

I allow the two girls to go to their friends down the way with directions that they are NOT allowed inside as I do not know their parents, and they are being watched by a cousin.

When I go down to check they are inside this house.  I tell the boychild that I need my children and ask if he could please retrieve them.  Oldest DD, age 8, goes to the back of the house and comes back with  a bla bla bla story.  I check her pockets.  They come up with nothing so she goes skipping off.  DD2 that had been there with her says the water balloons are in her shoe.  Nice.  She is made to turn around and put them away.

Making dinner and trying to get rid of the left overs so I make stew.  Everyone hates it, but I do not care at this point.

One DD on stairs for going in where she shouldnt have, one DD in her room for trying to steal and going where she shouldnt have.  One DS freaking out because the doctor pulled on his penis to see if it had healed, it had.  One DS yelling at me about a physical he has to take tomorrow (the only doctor visit he has to go to for an entire damn year) One DS asking me to take the upset DS because he justwantstheboobandhatestheworld. One DS horrified because he did not get enough outside time, and no nap. One DD pulling everything out and then saying it is not hers to clean?! and One DD that is cleaning up with out being asked and just going about her own thing.

I managed to get most of them to choke down 1/2 cup of stew with bribery.  Two cookies after they finish it ALL.

One child got 2 cookies.  The rest filled up on bread and complained they hate vegetables... they hate meat... they hate soup liquid...

Is this typical?

What does that mean?

We always have some sort of thing going on, a little drama, a little tears, a little rudeness, a lot of correction.

Who would have thought that these same children were the ones that ate at the restaraunt with out being loud, without making a mess with their food, with out running around, with out needing many reminders... the same children that walked through the mall all together, hanging out happily.  The ones that buckled right into the 6 car seats with out a fuss.

We don't really have a typical here.  I don't really know how to define that word.