At some point in time the cosmic forces (or whomever is piling it on me) has to realize that I am carrying far more than my share of the Bad Stuff on my shoulders and cut me some slack.
I’d love to share it with you, but legally, I can’t. How screwed up is that? I can’t even talk about my own life. Probably a good thing….half of you would probably run screaming if you knew how messed up things really are. The rest would stick around for my pretty flowers. :)
Yesterday I wasn’t able to attend my Housekeeping job (you know, us stay-at-home types have lots of job titles). It did rock Parenting, , Educational Advocate, Legal Advisor, Medical Assistant, Nutritionist and Coach. Blindsided by drama led to unexpected meetings and a potential train wreck heading our way in a few days….but we survived round one.
All that stuff meant racing out the door to pick up the new lens for Olivia’s glasses before basketball without dinner (in fact, without time to even make sandwiches). I made a Resolution that we would not eat out in 2012 and put that money towards debt. Ten days in and that Resolution is blown. Pisses me off, but the kids had to eat so we stopped in their favorite place…Food Factory. They are so good in restaurants. Elijah still isn’t.
Lucas is participating in Interior Youth Basketball. Last night was his first practice. He was so excited to be there with the other kids.
The coach was a really nice guy, but gave way too many instructions with way too many big words (rebound, guard, etc.). for a group of 5-year olds. I pushed my way right into helping him coach….kind of like a cheerleader, but better. He’d say something, I tell them what to do in kid words and then gave lots of high fives for their effort. It worked out pretty good. I think this comes out to about $6 an hour (maybe less)….cheaper than Play Place at McDonald’s and a lot better for him!
Oh, and along with all the other drama dumped in my lap yesterday, Millie and Rusty ran off, stood in the middle of the road barking at the psycho creepy neighbor who stood there with his shovel yelling. When the boys retrieved the dogs he cussed them out. Guys like him live forever. Just sayin’…..