March 31st
2014 Part I Monday was a really cruddy day. I had been frustrated all
morning with every single one of my children at almost every moment. I opened a
Diet Coke at 7 a.m. It was a long night of brody waking up at least 4 times and
then deciding to get up for good at 6:15. I was exhausted from driving 30 plus
hours in the last 48. I was worn out - mentally, physically and spiritually
from the week we’d had. 5 minutes later, after one sip of my Diet C, Cason had
spilt the whole thing all over my kitchen floor. Brody had found the Cheetos
bag and there was cheese puff all over everything. Adalie wouldn’t put on her
dang shoes and wined the whole time I was fixing her hair. Then, she was mad at
me because she missed the bus and I had to take her to school. After dropping
her off, I knew I just needed to do something to help pass the hours until
Brett would hear from NC about the position available there. So, I took the
boys to Wal-Mart so they could pick out their B-day gifts from Grandma and
Grandpa with their birthday money. Even when I thought I was being a cool mom,
the 40 mins it took Cason to pick something out was agonizing. A sword, a
train, and a ninja turtle shell with 2 daggers later, I grabbed the milk and
diapers I needed and fought both boys through the check out line. I was trying
to keep Cason from all the candy and stupid toys right next to the register and
Brody from climbing out of the buggy and pushing all the buttons on the screen
while I tied to swipe my card. When we finally made it out to the car, I fought
to get both boys to buckle in their seats. They screamed bloody murder because I
couldn’t get their toys open fast enough, and Cason freaked out because I gave
Brody his toy first. I still had to go to Costco. And there, I still struggled
to keep both boys in the buggy and I was trying really hard to fight the urge to
pop their little butts right there in the store because of all the screaming
and fighting between them. On the way home, I got mad at another driver who
wouldn’t let me in and my exit was coming up. I said “seriously jerk!?!” and Cason chimes in from the back seat “was that a mommy driver or a daddy driver?”
“I don’t know Cason” “It was probably a mommy driver, because mommy’s
are mean.” Awesome. When we got home, I was still in the absolute worst
mood ever…trying to get the boys lunch in which they had more bouts about what I was giving them. Brody was exhausted and he
needed to go down for a nap, which I was happy to do – quickly. He of course,
fought that too, but I didn’t have any energy to sooth his cries and just let
him cry for 25 mins until he finally gave up and went to sleep. Meanwhile, I
looked down at my hands and noticed my wedding ring wasn’t there. Now, this has
happened before so my first reaction wasn’t panic, thinking I left it on my bed
stand or bathroom counter after I washed my hands. I wasn’t too worried about it. Well 1 hour
later, and still not found. And then I was panicked. I had torn my room and
kitchen and living room apart looking for it. I knew I had it on that morning,
but I had been fighting with kids all day, I didn’t even know when I might have
lost it off my finger. I called Costco and Wal-Mart, thinking that perhaps in
my struggle with the kids, it probably slipped of my finger. The lady at
Walmart sure didn’t even try to make me
feel better by offering the advice about finding it “being slim to nothing”…ya
no, duh lady, but thanks for the cheery reminder. I felt like I had been losing
my mind all morning. I couldn’t remember anything I wanted to remember about anything ever. I gave up for the moment
on looking for my ring, let Cason turn on some video games while Brody was
napping and I laid down on the couch. It was about 12:45 and I was waiting to
hear from Brett still about the news from NC. 2:15 rolls around and I wake up
to a phone call from Brett… “Well, bad
news, looks like I didn’t quite make the cut. I was 3rd of 8”
And they only take the top 2. So it was a no to NC.
And I lost it.
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