This getting back to school thing has been hard on me. Very hard.
Silly me, I thought that the return to routine and structure and some kind of semblence of order would be a good thing.
But I've been really out of sorts since the 3rd of the month. Feeling stressed and strung out in the morning. And I mean really, why shouldn't I? Making lunches, making sure there's clothes for the kids (oh, and me too) to wear, you know, washed, dried and folded (and for me, IRONED!!! crap I hate that), trying my best to get my butt out the door to the gym after having done everything else (no comment on the gym thing...except the mornings aren't working right now and the after work workouts just are not as consistent as they should be).
But today, well, it brought a different kind of challenge. Not only was I faced with everything above, I had to go to the dentist to get my broken tooth fixed. And I will honestly say, that if the busted tooth wasn't visible when I smiled, I would've put it off. But I was not going to go any longer than I absolutely had to looking like a redneck when I did smile. Sorry. Just wasn't going to happen. So I had to go and get it fixed.
And while I usually sleep like crap on a Sunday night, last night was fairly decent. I had spent the weekend getting organized, you know, closets, drawers, cleaning things like the fridge and the pantry, taking stock of what was what. I went to bed last night and felt pretty good about getting up this morning, thinking that it would be relatively stress free, due to the fact that I was so organized and despite the dental appointment.
I got up and went about my usual routine. A little of this, a little of that, the organization thing had been completely taken care of so I was somewhat carefree this morning. Came time to take care of me and get going with getting me going and I made the mistake of not closing the bathroom door when I was in there. I mean, I sort of closed it, but I guess it didn't "click" closed. But seriously, I'm the only one up at this hour, why should I be concerned? And then, who should show her pretty little face while I was in there doing my business, but the little Nikki girl. And as she sat her butt down, cocked her head to the side and looked at me, I couldn't help but think "Oh No!!!". Sure as, well, that'll be self explanatory very quickly, it was like a light bulb went on inside her head and she went "Oh! THAT'S what we do in here!" and then proceeded to stand up and crap on my bathroom floor.
Yeah, fun stuff at five thirty in the morning. I could've sworn I'd seen her squat down and do HER!! business when she was outside 30 minutes ago!!
Okay, so left to deal with that, can it really get any better?
Leaving for the dreaded dental appointment, after having told my children that they would not be getting a ride to school with me, that they would be taking the bus, I headed out to my car. I mean really, leave early to go to the dentist just so they can have a ride to school?
And then, as I approached my car, coming 'round the driver side to get in, I noticed that the window was rolled down. And I stopped. And then remembered....
It had rained while we were sleeping. And rained lots.
And there was the seat that I was suppose to sit my ass upon, soaking wet. And the floor too. And the dash. And I need not go on.
But I do need it to be known that it was not I who was last one in the driver's seat.
It was that son of mine that is apparently ready, willing, able, responsible, has just has enough activity going on between the ears in order to enable him to drive a car and know better so that he can get his driver's license to drive without me in the seat next to him that was the last one behind the wheel.
It was too bad the school bus had already picked them up.
I could've let him drive.
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