I should have known the minute that I stepped out of bed, that is was going to be one of those days.
The first thought in my head when my alarm went off was, “When can I go back to sleep?” Waking up exhausted is never a way to start a day.
I got out the door to work without any trouble.
Now I know most people LOVE a vacation day, a holiday, a shorter work week. But when you work with behaviorally disordered kids, changes in routine become something to dread. It was like they all called each other on that extra day off and planned special ways to try to drive us bat-shit crazy today. I found this online today. It about sums it up.
After breaking free of work, I got home for the second half of my shift as mommy/household manager/taxi service. Just looking at the evening’s schedule was enough to make me break out in hives. Not only did I have to get the kids through their homework, but I had fire up the Soby-Mobile for trips to Voice at 5:30, Baseball at 7, and Swimming at 7:20. Oh, and I had to get myself to a school board meeting at 7pm and at some point feed everyone a healthy, nutritious dinner. Sure, right. Just let me break out my flying Jetson Spacecraft and Star Trek teleporter.
The evening’s homework load came with a decent amount of complaining and whining, from me, not the children. I think the kids noticed the ‘mom is losing it’ look in my eyes and put those pencils in overdrive. Lil IP finished her work and we ran out of the door – late – racing to Voice lessons.
Getting out of work at 3:30 has spoiled me. Did you know that attempting to get across town at 5:15 is a pain in the ass!?!?! It’s like every last person on earth with a driver’s license and a vehicle got out of work at the same time.
Multiple weaves in and out of traffic, one kind-of yellow light run, and one near miss of being T-boned and the girl was dropped safely at her lesson only 3 minutes late.
Just because one is not physically present with the text books, does not mean that one gets out of the rest of homework duty. Oh no, I spent the duration of the lesson on a conference call with T-Dog attempting to get the rest of his work completed via Verizon.
Activity one ends and we rush back across town to attempt to eat dinner. And by attempt to eat dinner I mean. “Quick. Open the fridge and nuke something. No, we don’t have time for plates. Put it in your mouth and chew. Swallow already. We’ve got to get out the door.” From 0 to Dinner in 12 minutes flat. It’s a new record.
Grab the water bottles. Get the swim bag. Roll out the baseball gear. All aboard for Round 2.
As I tore down back roads to the second set of drop offs, I kept a close eye on the clock. I had 20 minutes to get two offspring delivered and be at my location. Possible – maybe. Likely – no way.
I knew I was in trouble the first few minutes into the trip. Why is it that when you are in a hurry, you find yourself stuck at every light and behind every slow, unstressed, calendar free driver who does not understand why you need to be somewhere in such a hurry? No seriously… EVERY LIGHT AND EVERY SLOW DRIVER. Eleven minutes of the twenty were used getting the boy dropped off. Crap. By the time I got the girl to her location, I was already supposed to be seated in my meeting. Guess who was walking in ten minutes late…..
I get to my meeting, sit down, exhale, and try to focus on the discussion at hand. Twenty minutes later, my phone starts going off. Two calls from IP and a voicemail from an unknown number. I hit decline and send IP a text to pick up T-Dog and Lil’ IP from their activities.
I’m just about to declare tonight a success…I got everyone through their homework, fed, and to their activities, when I got this text.
Apparently I dropped my son off at practice that didn’t exist.
I have totally failed as a parent. I guess this is another year I won’t win mother-of-the-year.
My son sat outside of a building for an hour because his crazy-ass, over-stressed mom read the calendar wrong and took him to a practice that is scheduled for tomorrow.
On the upside, he was 24 hours early for tomorrow’s practice……