I'm drowning here, people!
Being a mother is the busiest job I'll ever have. Within the next week I have two award assemblies (one of which might or might not result in a trophy for a child - the child hopes but doesn't know so I still have to go), field day, dance festival, preschool graduation, 6th grade graduation (at the same time), my mammogram which, incidentally, I scheduled carefully and then the grade school awards assembly was rescheduled to coincide WITH my mammogram, an I.E.P., and people in this household still insist on clean underwear and cooked food.
Did I mention that I work as a high school counselor at an alternative high school? Now let's talk about graduation for the seniors who will be just a quarter credit short of graduating and they will be BEGGING on Monday night to PLEEZE just let them test on this subject one more time when they've failed the test three times so far that day and I just want to know where they were in January or February or March or even April.
Now let's put the district testing deadline together with everything in the first paragraph. Add that today was "Bring Your Pet to School" Day and I was asked by my daughter last night at 6:00 p.m. if I could bring Sunday to the school at 9:30 a.m. Nice try.
Nope.
Then my colleagues decide to have small crises for the icing on the cake. One comes to school every day exhausted because his son is in Russia for two weeks and he is taking care of his 2 year old granddaughter. She climbs all over him and sleeps in Grandma's bed. That leaves Grandpa on the sofa. He's tired.
Hello?! This is my life every day. So then he plays the cancer card and I shut up. It's the curable kind.
Another colleague is retiring for the third time in his career. I ask him what happened to his motto that he'd be buried under the tiles and he pulls out the cancer card, too. What is up with these men? It's the curable kind, too.
The reliable counselor without children at home and no cancer had it all under control until last week when her husband had his routine physical. Two days later he had open heart surgery.
Do you see what I'm up against here? I can't even complain about being tired, overwhelmed, hungry, or even that I have dirty underwear.
I've been one-upped by all of them. I have to GRATEFUL.
Which I am. But could you just toss me a couple of waterwings?
Being a mother is the busiest job I'll ever have. Within the next week I have two award assemblies (one of which might or might not result in a trophy for a child - the child hopes but doesn't know so I still have to go), field day, dance festival, preschool graduation, 6th grade graduation (at the same time), my mammogram which, incidentally, I scheduled carefully and then the grade school awards assembly was rescheduled to coincide WITH my mammogram, an I.E.P., and people in this household still insist on clean underwear and cooked food.
Did I mention that I work as a high school counselor at an alternative high school? Now let's talk about graduation for the seniors who will be just a quarter credit short of graduating and they will be BEGGING on Monday night to PLEEZE just let them test on this subject one more time when they've failed the test three times so far that day and I just want to know where they were in January or February or March or even April.
Now let's put the district testing deadline together with everything in the first paragraph. Add that today was "Bring Your Pet to School" Day and I was asked by my daughter last night at 6:00 p.m. if I could bring Sunday to the school at 9:30 a.m. Nice try.
Nope.
Then my colleagues decide to have small crises for the icing on the cake. One comes to school every day exhausted because his son is in Russia for two weeks and he is taking care of his 2 year old granddaughter. She climbs all over him and sleeps in Grandma's bed. That leaves Grandpa on the sofa. He's tired.
Hello?! This is my life every day. So then he plays the cancer card and I shut up. It's the curable kind.
Another colleague is retiring for the third time in his career. I ask him what happened to his motto that he'd be buried under the tiles and he pulls out the cancer card, too. What is up with these men? It's the curable kind, too.
The reliable counselor without children at home and no cancer had it all under control until last week when her husband had his routine physical. Two days later he had open heart surgery.
Do you see what I'm up against here? I can't even complain about being tired, overwhelmed, hungry, or even that I have dirty underwear.
I've been one-upped by all of them. I have to GRATEFUL.
Which I am. But could you just toss me a couple of waterwings?
I'm sorry, love, I can't one up you. Heck, I am exhausted for you!! Hang in there!!
ReplyDeleteI'm exhausted just reading all of that. My mind is spinning!
ReplyDeleteYou have your plate, table and entire dining room, full I'd say.
Deep breaths....
One more week and it will be a different ball game. Hee hee.
ReplyDeleteI think that schools do that to us on purpose...to make us grateful for the school year to be done! Kind of like having the last half mile of a marathon be uphill. But hold on--you're almost there! My nine year old found a solution for dirty clothes the other day--just wear them inside out--he now thinks that he only has to do his laundry 1/2 as much. You could try that one...
ReplyDeleteYou will get through it all, most of it you won't remember. And the rest? Just think of it as blog fodder...and good karma.
ReplyDeleteHey, I was just going to ask you to bake me some more bread, come to book club and choir practice. Can you fit those in please? wink
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteI hope your life lets up a little bit.
Whats the story on your husband?!
Dude.
ReplyDeleteAll I read was that you have a mammogram appointment.
I'm glad you waited until your schedule lightened up a little.
Hope the mammogram went ok.
ReplyDelete