March Madness -- in April.
What a day! Saturdays can be so very long when the first soccer game is at 8:00 AM. The soccer field is a 20-minute drive, so I had to get up at 6:45. On my way out the door to take Michael to his game, I woke Kathleen and said, "Find a ride to your game!" Fortunately, the person who scheduled us for an 8:00 game every stinking Saturday is protected by anonymity. Otherwise his or her life would be in serious danger. I can only look forward to that beautiful, wonderful day, in two short weeks, when my only duty will be to kick my husband in the butt until he gets out of bed to take the wee Michael to yet another crack-o-dawn game.
Anyway, the minute Michael's game was finished, I had to race home to get my other son to his game. Kathleen's game was at the same time on the opposite side of the city. This required me to drop David at his friend's house so they could take him to his game, while I rushed out to Kathleen's field in time to see the last five minutes of her game before shuffling her home.
Bitch, Moan, Whine...
Single Mothers of the World -- HOW DO YOU DO IT?
Kathleen has another game tomorrow, but I had to arrange for her to go with a friend since I will be singing at mass. Crazy times.
Just now Anna got home from her date and offered me a bite of her chicken. Yummy! Buffalo Wild Wings Honey BBQ is quite tasty, I really must say. However, as soon as I took the bite, from a piece that she was already eating, she says, "my stomach hurts, I'm going to bed." WHA...? Your stomach hurts, and you just gave me your cooties! I do not have time to puke.
And in the meantime, two cop cars with lights and sirens just pulled up to a house on my street. Kathleen is babysitting the neighbors who live two doors down from the police action. So I tried to call her, no answer. Great. I pull on my coat, leave my sleeping babies home alone, and walk past the police situation and over to the house where she is babysitting. I walk in the unlocked front door, calling her name. No answer. I go through the downstairs, and notice that the back door is wide open. Still can't find anybody. I walk upstairs. "Kathleen?" No answer. Finally, I hear a TV in the attic and I go up there to find Kathleen and all the kids. They have no idea that anything is happening. I say, "Kathleen! Come here!" And I show her the open doors and I tell her that the police are practically next door, doing God-Knows-What! Oh my. Good times.
Anyway, the minute Michael's game was finished, I had to race home to get my other son to his game. Kathleen's game was at the same time on the opposite side of the city. This required me to drop David at his friend's house so they could take him to his game, while I rushed out to Kathleen's field in time to see the last five minutes of her game before shuffling her home.
Bitch, Moan, Whine...
Single Mothers of the World -- HOW DO YOU DO IT?
Kathleen has another game tomorrow, but I had to arrange for her to go with a friend since I will be singing at mass. Crazy times.
Just now Anna got home from her date and offered me a bite of her chicken. Yummy! Buffalo Wild Wings Honey BBQ is quite tasty, I really must say. However, as soon as I took the bite, from a piece that she was already eating, she says, "my stomach hurts, I'm going to bed." WHA...? Your stomach hurts, and you just gave me your cooties! I do not have time to puke.
And in the meantime, two cop cars with lights and sirens just pulled up to a house on my street. Kathleen is babysitting the neighbors who live two doors down from the police action. So I tried to call her, no answer. Great. I pull on my coat, leave my sleeping babies home alone, and walk past the police situation and over to the house where she is babysitting. I walk in the unlocked front door, calling her name. No answer. I go through the downstairs, and notice that the back door is wide open. Still can't find anybody. I walk upstairs. "Kathleen?" No answer. Finally, I hear a TV in the attic and I go up there to find Kathleen and all the kids. They have no idea that anything is happening. I say, "Kathleen! Come here!" And I show her the open doors and I tell her that the police are practically next door, doing God-Knows-What! Oh my. Good times.
posted by Juanita at
8:36 PM
3 Comments:
Geez. I take my hat off to you. I can barely get up at 6:45 on a weekday, let alone ON A SATURDAY. How you find time for a job and four kids and still have a life is beyond me.
I don't know how my parents did it, either. They raised me and two of my cousins (for about five years, when we were teenagers), and they tag-teamed us all like nobody's business. My dad was responsible for me, and my mom was responsible for my cousins (since they were *her* nephews), and when the oldest one got his driver's license, *he* became responsible for the two of us younger ones.
Oh my God! That story about Kathleen scared me!
Single moms? How do we do it? I just don't have them participate in any activities. Kidding. Steph does girl scouts now. Fortunately for me, Stephanie HATED soccer.
I think the key to being a single mom is that you have to become shameless about asking for help. Begging for help...actually...
...just please don't tell me that Kathleen responded, "but if the police are right outside, surely I'd be safe!" :)
I've lucked out so far that Ariana is the child who wants to do everything and Jared just wants to stay home. However, Jared's seven. I'm not sure that will last much longer. But right now I have Alex helping out (I assume your hubby is in the middle of tax hell right now and not even living in the house until past April 15th?), so that's made it much easier that Ariana has Drama, Chorus, and soccer. I told her she's allowed three activities max. Whew.
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