I heard the phrase "brain dump" at work the other day. I found it appropriate for today's post. There's all sorts of stuff that needs dumping.
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Guess what I'm doing every five words? I'm flipping pancakes. Yes, because I am making fresh pancakes for the kids this morning, a busy weekday morning, because of guilt. I am traveling for work tomorrow and won't be able to do this on a weekend morning. And whether they really want them or not, they're getting them. Yes, I'm being selfish. Making these flapjacks is more about me than it is about them.Excuse me while I flip... literally and metaphorically, of course.
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The boy freaked before his piano lesson on Tuesday. Do you think it was because his sister freaked LAST Tuesday? (You know, they do schedule these events, don't they?) Turns out he isn't feeling particularly musical and was getting bored, and felt he wasn't making progress... which he shared after tears and after his music teacher pulled it out of him. I told you she was wonderful, didn't I? She told him she'd be bored too if they stayed with the book he was on and she's moving him up next week.The girl freaked before swimming lessons last night. And even after I talked her into it, got her dressed, brought her to the pool, onto the pool deck... she started bawling and freaking again. I pretty much lost it with her.
I mean, seriously? After a stressful day at work, rushing to pick them up before the 6PM deadline at daycare, getting her home and dressed for a 6:15 lesson, getting her there at 6:17 PM and having her cry on the pool deck that it isn't fun for her and she doesn't feel like it? With another 20 things to do before I get on a plane tomorrow.
Who is this not fun for?
So I dragged her back into the change room, the boy met us outside, we piled into the van, and I took them to do my errands, including filling my gas tank so we wouldn't run out.
I subjected my kids to a bit of a be-atch rant in the car. I mean, honestly, could they not let me have one night where I wouldn't be stressed to the gills beyond the already sky high work-induced pressure? "Well Mom, that was Wednesday night, right?"
Where did my kid learn how to be such a smart-ass?
By the time we got home and I got dinner on the table, it was already 8 PM and the hubs walked in the door. Yeah, he'd been gone all week of course.
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So on the rest of today's agenda...packing the kids' snacks, the boy's lunch, rushing to the office to make the last minute arrangements for my trip (and holding my breath for the next thing that will hit today, it's been one of those months), making the virtual grocery list in my head, trying to figure out what birthday present to get for the son's friend for TOMORROW and for the next 3 parties for that matter, and fitting a hair appt in there somewhere, as my head is a total wreck...
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Yes indeed, I really had time for this post. But it was cathartic.
Thanks for reading, if you managed to get through my maniacal ramblings.
Wish me luck. On the hair, I mean.
And I guess a few other things too, while you're at it.
Have a great weekend.
