Rant and rave, stomping my feet.
It's been that kind of week; a this and that kind of week. Busy as always, with the girls going six different directions at six different times, plus Mother's Day and working and house stuff; you know.
Truthfully.
All of it is making me a little cranky. The schedule of the kids, every single night having a softball game, driving 30-40 minutes each way, juggling who's going to carpool with who because they are in two different cities, DD#1's games last TWO hours. Getting home late, getting kids showered, and to bed, maybe by 9:30 at the earliest. Then back up at 6:15 for school. By the time that Friday gets here, my kids are exhausted and I start my work week.
Today I reminded DD#2 and DD#3 to check to see if their uniforms were clean, switch the laundry if necessary. I told them this on my way out the door, at 2:30. I returned home at 4:00 and sat down at my computer to print out directions to the game and return a couple of phone calls. I called for them to get ready to go. They looked at me like I had three heads. Then DD#2 said, "But my uniforms not clean, because YOU DIDN'T WASH IT!" I came fucking UN-GLUED!!!!! I told her that I had reminded her to find her uniform and see what needed to be done about it, (HG was home and would have HAPPILY washed it for her...) Do you know what she told me? "I FORGOT."
OH. MY. GOD.
That is the WRONG thing to say to a un-glued, raging lunatic, hot, tired mother who does nothing but run her kids all over the damn place every single fucking day.
I would finish this post but I must take my oldest child to piano lessons.
I want to pull my fucking hair out.
Ranting and raving over.
Truthfully.
All of it is making me a little cranky. The schedule of the kids, every single night having a softball game, driving 30-40 minutes each way, juggling who's going to carpool with who because they are in two different cities, DD#1's games last TWO hours. Getting home late, getting kids showered, and to bed, maybe by 9:30 at the earliest. Then back up at 6:15 for school. By the time that Friday gets here, my kids are exhausted and I start my work week.
Today I reminded DD#2 and DD#3 to check to see if their uniforms were clean, switch the laundry if necessary. I told them this on my way out the door, at 2:30. I returned home at 4:00 and sat down at my computer to print out directions to the game and return a couple of phone calls. I called for them to get ready to go. They looked at me like I had three heads. Then DD#2 said, "But my uniforms not clean, because YOU DIDN'T WASH IT!" I came fucking UN-GLUED!!!!! I told her that I had reminded her to find her uniform and see what needed to be done about it, (HG was home and would have HAPPILY washed it for her...) Do you know what she told me? "I FORGOT."
OH. MY. GOD.
That is the WRONG thing to say to a un-glued, raging lunatic, hot, tired mother who does nothing but run her kids all over the damn place every single fucking day.
I would finish this post but I must take my oldest child to piano lessons.
I want to pull my fucking hair out.
Ranting and raving over.
posted by Kathryn at
4:47 PM
12 Comments:
Yeah, I second LeeLee. You want to do what's best for your kids, but not at the cost of your own (mental, physical) health. Look carefully at your schedule. Is there anything you could feasibly cut out? (The answer may be no, but doesn't hurt to look.)
Argh. How utterly frustrating, eh?
What do people look like when they come out the other side of these years? Crazy, I think.
Sigh.
My kid's only 4 and it's already beginning. Hockey camp and sports camp that he wants to attend this summer. Taking time from work or arranging to have someone get him there and back to preschool.
You made me realize that I only have about 14 more years of this. Oh wait! At some point he can drive himself there! Yeah!!!!!
I am glad I only have one. My hat is off to you honey. Hope it has gotten better for you today.
Shit, I'm keeping my kids locked up at home!
One of the many reasons we don't have mini woo's....we're selfish with our time.
Angie
Nannies R Us, anyone?
Spawn are so much damn fun.
God, that was so me at that age. (and now, on occasion) Too bad my Mom didn't have the internet or a blog to vent on.
Makes me wonder how/why she let me live.
I hope her piano uniform was clean at least.
Do what we do. "Your uniform isn't clean? Good thing you're going to get it dirty anyway isn't it? Get in the car."
Well, it seems to me that they (& you) have waayyy too much going on. This was the "married & SAHM schedule. You are hardly in that situation now. Mayb it is time to decide if something can be cut.
The girls might even welcome the break too...maybe ask them.
I seriously do not know how you keep up with it all.
Shelly
Wow, lot's of new people commenting today, I like that.
LeeLee and TooCheap: I agree. It wouldn't kill for them to miss something every once in awhile; it's just hard when their team needs every member to play. For example, tonite is DD#3's game and they are short a player, so DD#2 is filling in.
Amy: I'm already crazy.
Well-Heeled: look out.
Patti: I'll sell you one of mine, cheap.
Lucky Lum: Good idea.
Limpy: Indeed her piano uniform was clean, and I did tell them that I guess they were wearing dirty uniforms, too bad for them.
Kami: excellent idea, but I need a job first.
Woo: Yes, the cats aren't quite as much work.
Syd: I'm glad that you survived.
Woo: There isn't anything that can be cut unless I tell one of them that they can't do something that their sister is doing. It just won't work to do that. I just have to keep on going and try to stay sane.
Yeah, I think I'd have lost it too.
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