Listen and Obey

Since there was no school today, we all slept in which was a good thing to start this cool day off. Since Friday Rachel has been complaining about having to go to the bathroom after she's just gone, and then going. I was a little concerned about a possible UTI, so I make an appointment to take her in. Before I left I started some laundry and asked Pat and Sarah to keep it going, because I wanted to get it done before 3:30, and I wasn't sure when I'd be back with Rachel. At the doctor's office before we went back to see the doctor, I convinced Rachel to pee in the little cup, and she did on the second try. So, we go back and the girl who brought us back didn't get the lab called to run the test, for the UTI. so the doctor sticks his head in 10 minutes later and says that's what we need to do, duh, I knew that already. So, another 10 minutes go by, doctor comes back, and realizes he did not hit the "lab" light for the lab tech to come. So, we wait for the lab guy, who shows up and asks "if we are waiting for the result?". Yes, of course we are, so he goes and checks with doctor, then comes back and says it will be ten minutes for results. Rachel is way bored now and is dancing all over the room, and sticking her head out the door. Lab comes back negative, doctor comes in does examine, says he'll have a culture done and call me on Wednesday. I made this so easy for them, and it still got messed up. Come home and and find that no laundry is done yet, and Sarah turned off the washing machine, (I'm not at all sure why, even asking her, I still don't know). So, I am mad at Pat for not handling this for me, maybe I gave him to many jobs, since he also had to take out the ham pie, I put in the oven for dinner too. (that did get done, thank goodness) So, I take over doing the laundry, but I am in so not a good mood now. The house is a mess too, it drives me nuts when the kids do something then leave things out or open, and move on with what they want to do next. This is not something new, I've started, I've always been on them about this issue, they've really gotten lazy lately and it's making me nuts, to have to keep calling them back to put stuff away or close something and even turn off lights. Lights left on was a big thing at my house growing up, so it's stuck with me as a peeve. I finish the laundry, Pat goes to work, and it's time for dance. It takes me forever to get Rachel to get ready for her classes, because she doesn't want to go, which isn't a new thing for her, she doesn't like to go to class lately, she just wants dance in the recital. We get there late, there is only one girl in her first class, Rachel is crying and won't go in, unless I go in too. So I sit on the floor and watch, which I would never be able to do if her normal class was there. She finishes her first class, and goes in to jazz by herself, but comes out and wants me to come in after more than half the class. I don't because, I have to go pick up Sarah for her classes. Plus, I really didn't want to either. I get Sarah, leave Rachel and she's totally fine while I'm gone. Rachel and I come home and eat dinner, I had to go or send Rachel 4 times to get Joseph to join us for dinner, I was so mad at him I threw a wooden spoon at him, I missed though. But he got the message that I was trying to make, and I made him do extra chores after dinner to make up for this not obeying deal he had. Went and got Sarah from dance, luckily Rachel and Joseph listened to me about getting ready for bed and taking a shower, while I was gone. I read a book to Rachel send her to bed, she comes out every minute to tell me she can't go to sleep, or she's hungry, or something. At 8:30, Sarah is watching TV in my room, I tell her she needs to get ready for bed. At 8:45, I have to go back and tell her again, now I'm mad again. She goes to bed, but Rachel of course is still awake, so they goof off. I give them more than 3 chances to knock it off and go to sleep. Finally at 9:30, I take the wooden spoon in to get their attention. They finally go to sleep. Tell, Joseph to go to bed, but guess who is still goofing off getting ready for bed at 10:20? Why can't I be taken seriously?