Ask me how to strap a giant whale to my minivan and drive 1600 miles home with it! I'll tell you how. Ask me to define the word sharing. It's different than what you might expect. Ask me how to get your child to learn there's more to life than pb&j. Wait, don't ask me that. Ask me what it's like to have an autistic child. I'll try to help you understand. Ask me to show you my Mom of the Year award! Oops, usually I'm out of the running for that about 10 minutes after getting out of bed.
Yet, it's all good. Sure, the paycheck is lost in the mail but I still wouldn't trade this life, quirks and all. In my posts, I'm hoping you'll find humor and honesty and that you'll be able to relate to my humble acceptance of motherhood's ups, downs and in betweens.
Welcome to my world!
Drama, Drama Everywhere
I’m laughing just a little bit at the vague memory I have of waking up on this Monday morning and internally congratulating myself on being more on the ball than I usually am on Mondays.
Laughing because that was an easy thought to have when my feet haven’t even hit the floor. Three and a half hours later, here I sit pounding out a post about the petty dramas that have reminded me why I stay home.
They include:
1. Remembering waaaaay too late that since Rob has left waaaaay early this morning and the boys aren’t going to magically poof themselves to school (oh if only), it must be me that needs to get them there.
2. Racing back up to school 5 minutes after returning home from drop-off because it was apparent that Ryan had mistakenly believed that today was Funny Hat Day instead of Favorite Sports Day (being that this week is Spirit Week at school). For those of you rolling your eyes at the idea that maybe I’m channeling my inner helicopter, just let me ask…would you let YOUR sons show up to school in Santa hats when the rest of the kids were dressed in sports uniforms? No, I didn’t think so. Pull those eyeballs back in place.
3. Having a 15 minute conversation up at the school with one of the teachers while repeatedly being smacked in the face by autistic four year old son who, by the way, is barefoot and in his pajamas.
4. Realizing when I get back home that I had said conversation with teacher before I’d bothered to pick up a toothbrush this morning (or a shower, mind you, but I’ve kind of gotten over the idea that I need to look fresh faced and put together at all times, it actually has been the one New Year’s resolution I’ve stuck with).
5. Growling with frustration after realizing that in the previous two trips to the elementary school, I’d neglected to bring up the pasta salad that I’d promised to donate for the Teacher Appreciation Luncheon. Back I go. At least this time Adam is dressed and wearing shoes, but oops, I realize as I pull back into my garage, I still haven’t brushed my teeth.
6. Absentmindedly allowing Adam to add Strawberry Milkshake Oreos to his breakfast buffet so that I could get on the computer and take care of Ryan’s overdrafted lunch account.
7. Shaking my head at my math skills as I later compute that the amount I added to his overdrafted lunch account brings the amount left to use to $1.15. Oh well, that should cover a couple breadsticks or something, right?
All of the above has drawn me to this conclusion…
I am physically and mentally incapable of holding any job where I am not my own boss or where anyone other than myself or my children has any expectations of me.
I have no illusions here…
Happy Monday to all and to all a typical Monday.
All of these airtcels have saved me a lot of headaches.
Comment by Jolyn — July 24, 2011 @ 11:43 am