Bad Day
Ugh. I'm feeling so down and out today. I actually had to tell my teenager that it hurts my feelings when I drive her around while she sits beside me with her iPod turned up to maximum volume, or chats with her friends on the cell...totally ignoring me, the chauffeur. Then I had to tell her not to wear torn up clothes to work. Then I realized that she probably tore and cut the clothes on purpose, formerly nice clothes which I bought for her.
I am totally overwhelmed with too many activities.
The trial is back on my mind.
I had a boring day at work.
It's too rainy to plant.
I missed my boys' "crossing over" ceremony tonight where they advance in Boy Scouts. I had to drop them off at the meeting, run to pick Anna up from work and take her to dance, then race back to Scouts, but I missed the ceremony anyway. Even worse, the boys had to go in front of the whole crowd to accept their new rank, and tell the den leader that their parent wasn't to accept the "proud parent" pin. Shit.
I got an email that Kathleen has four soccer games this weekend. Paul is taking the boys camping, so he can't help.
I have to throw a huge teacher party in the next week and I don't have the time or inspiration.
I have a laundry pile the size of the Sears Tower because my dryer was broken.
...And I have to get my teeth cleaned at 9:00 in the morning.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
I am totally overwhelmed with too many activities.
The trial is back on my mind.
I had a boring day at work.
It's too rainy to plant.
I missed my boys' "crossing over" ceremony tonight where they advance in Boy Scouts. I had to drop them off at the meeting, run to pick Anna up from work and take her to dance, then race back to Scouts, but I missed the ceremony anyway. Even worse, the boys had to go in front of the whole crowd to accept their new rank, and tell the den leader that their parent wasn't to accept the "proud parent" pin. Shit.
I got an email that Kathleen has four soccer games this weekend. Paul is taking the boys camping, so he can't help.
I have to throw a huge teacher party in the next week and I don't have the time or inspiration.
I have a laundry pile the size of the Sears Tower because my dryer was broken.
...And I have to get my teeth cleaned at 9:00 in the morning.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
posted by Juanita at
8:31 PM
3 Comments:
I don't know how parents do it. The driving back and forth, tag-teaming the games and dances and practices and the camping trips, the shopping for uniforms and cleats and prom dresses. The doctors and dentists appointments, the monthly visits to the orthodontist or the weekly piano lessons. I have even more awe for the parents who have to do it alone, with one pair of hands, one car, one income. I just watch you all, and am totally blown away.
Now I'm the one driving the parents - when they're here - to and from the airport, to dinner, home, out shopping, while my mother chats away on *her* cell phone or naps the whole way. I believe this is what they call "payback."
Thanks, Kairu. That made me smile...picturing myself in payback mode. Oh well, it's a new day, and not a bad one if I can get past that teeth-cleaning.
Holy crap!!! That is tough. Sending you the biggest hug ever.
xoxo
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