Days Like This.

  I have days as a parent that I’m like, “Yay me I’m the best mom in the world, I love my life, and it’s all good.” And sometimes I have days like today…

  5:30am the alarm goes off. I have to be at the girls’ school by 7:00am for a meeting about being a chaperone at camp next week. I roll off the couch, because Maizy came into my room last night after a nightmare and I’m not about to sleep with the snoring husband AND the teeth grinder! I get in the shower and just stand there. I can sense today will be a long day. I go through my morning as always, begging Maizy to get up, listening to the twins argue about random things and hate on each other’s outfits, and searching for things. “MOM, where’s my paper you were supposed to sign three days ago and my sock with the minions on it!” -Kenna. Luckily, today I had to enlist the help of my mom because my meeting was too early to take the girls to school so she came over at 6:30 to stay with them until it was time for school and then take them. So I didn’t have to make breakfast or lunches or scream “Everybody out the door now” for 10 minutes! That part was awesome! I leave the house, coffee in hand, and head for the meeting.

  After the meeting on my way to work, I come to a four way stop. I come to this stop sign every morning and every morning some jerk goes on MY turn. If there ever comes a breaking point in my life and I snap it will be this moment, sitting at this 4 way stop while some idiot disregards his manners or the fact that I’m late for work and speeds through that intersection when he knows good and well it should have been me. Anyway, I get to work, normal pre-k day. We set off the fire alarm making popcorn and stand in the cold for forever waiting on the fire department. The kids all say very truthful but hurtful things about my outfit, my age, the breakout on my forehead. The day is over but I can’t leave. I stay until the PTA meeting at 6:00 because I got bamboozled into being the PTA President and I must talk at the meeting. So I do.

  I leave work close to 8:00pm. I haven’t seen my kids all day. I haven’t peed all day. I realize I’m starving. I go through the drive thru at Taco Bell and even though it’s so gross, there is just something about that place that calls my name when I drive by. I get in line. There are maybe 4 cars ahead of me. I order and wait. I get a text from Kenna saying “I need my orange shirt for tomorrow but it’s dirty, are you going to wash clothes tonight?” Ugh. I am now. I wait and wait and wait. I finally get up to the window after an eternity and I go to hand the lady my credit card and it drops. I can’t open my door there isn’t enough room. So I unbuckle my seatbelt, crawl out of the passenger side door, walk around to the driver’s side and do a Macgyver move to get that credit card back. I pay the lady, go home, eat the crap food, wash the orange shirt, take an ibuprofen and think about how I’m so NOT the best mom in the world and I suck at the juggling of the working and the parenting. Then just as I’m about to be like “Peace out, I’m going to bed ya’ll figure it out,” my baby girl comes over and gets in my lap. She put her arms around me and kissed me on my cheek and told me she missed me today. She never does that. She usually hates me, and any type of affection at all. But she did that. And so now I’m going to bed and I’m like, “Yay me I’m the best mom in the world, I love my life, and it’s all good.” And I am and I do and it is.