Ahhh Sunday night....

When Friday night rolls around, I can't wait for the weekend to begin but it is the Sunday night blues that are right around the corner, they always show up, uninvited!  What a weekend we had.  Friday night Riley had a friend over and we just laid low.  Take out from one of our favorite restaurants, time together just watching TV and talking, hanging out.  Then it sneaks up on you, Saturday morning!   Sleeping in as long as possible until we jump out of bed just in time for a quick shower and coffee to go, off to haircuts with Riley.  A moment to breathe, it was nice, sitting on the couch in the salon, just reading magazines and sipping coffee while no one asked me any questions, or asked me to do anything.  From there, we grabbed some yummy breakfast at the local coffee shop and then home to....chaos!  All the Halloween decorations are out, my husband desperately trying to help my son get started on his biography Halloween project.....going nowhere!  You name it is scattered around my house and we're to leave for a soccer double header an hour away in just about a half an hour from now!  We pulled it all together and put it into high gear.  Everything basically got done and we left.  Riley played some fantastic soccer and we, despite the cold air, had a great time watching. We stopped for dinner on the way home and warmed up with some good food and relaxed again.  Then, it hit this morning, the Sunday Blues!  It started with the realization that all the homework that Jackson had to finish, technically had not been even started!  PANIC button and off to the craft fair so that we could pull the Attila the Hun pumpkin project together.  We do it and get back home to begin.  Mike and Jackson do a great job at getting started, but again and alas, the project is far from done!  And the math and the studying for ultimate frisbee and the studying for the science test this Wednesday too.....ugghh!  The afternoon that was supposed to allow for us to finish all this consisted of me not felling well so laying on the couch, stuck!  Then a surprise visit from my friend with her daughter, which resulted in a cup of tea and catching up.  Then, a visit from a boy scout selling popcorn, snacks needed and all kinds of other interruptions.  In the end, we finished the pumpkin, the math and sort of studied for the upcoming tests.  Showers, dinner, laundry, coffee, meatloaf, you name it.  Now its 8:51 and next is putting everyone to bed, brushing teeth, getting thermos of water, eye pillow, you name it and off to sleep before the week starts all over again.  Deep breath, and the Sunday blues go off to sleep!

Lost tooth, moldy bread and a sitter with the flu!

Wake up before the sun and hope that you get a good jump on the day.  Who is prepared for a lost tooth, moldy bread and a sitter with the flu?  We are!  Turn on my phone to get the 2nd of 2 messages from my babysitter whose message yesterday went on and on about her having the flu and not wanting to infect the kids.  Today she announces that she is still sick and that "You know how I told you that this would be my last week, well, looks like last week was really my last week!  UGGGHH!  Now I have got to scramble and put together a plan for the remainder of the week for childcare!  Riley had just lost a tooth at school yesterday and wrote the tooth fairy a note asking for $20 because, as she states in the note, that is what her friends are collecting from the tooth fairy.  She later commented on the bus stop "My tooth fairy is cheap!"  A mother's dream statement.  At the breakfast table she pulls out the second loose tooth and, unlike the one at school I imagine, it doesn't stop bleeding right away and she goes into a full blown panic!  Then to top it off, I throw the napkin holding the tooth into the full trash can among many other tissues...another round of panic stricken cries including "The tooth fairy won't come now"  My daughter is 10 so you know what I want to scream back, but I hold it in and go on!  My husband, who cannot stand anything "yucky" decides to take my son to school to escape the blood and cries.  As he leaves my daughter, finally calming down asks "Is this mold on my pumpkin bread?"  Why yes, yes it is, I heard mold is good for you...switch to cereal!  Finally I get her out to the bus stop, bleeding stopped, hopes of that $20 still in her mind and a semi-satisfying breakfast in her belly.  Of course on the way to work I listen to the radio and hear the many reports of children being abducted or missing and I think of my less than savy 10 and 11 year olds who will be coming home alone today and waiting for me....it all makes me a little bit more crazy with each passing day!  All I can say is UGGGH!

Flu Shots

It started by walking into the doctors office with the RN and my son saying "I think there are three gender types Mom, male, female and gay!"  I should have known that it would all go downhill from there.  Riley the brave goes first and barely a wimper and she bled!  Jackson next, well you would have thought we were going to tar and feather him the way he behaved.  I had to use one of my safety care positions just to hold him in place and help the nurse get 2 shots (yes to get a flu shot without preservatives you need 2!) into one leg!  And 2 band-aids and a lot of threats and squeezes and yelling (on my part) and we walked out with a Sponge Bob sticker and onto the next topic for him, holding a grudge for me still and it is just about 3  hours later! I told the nurse I was sorry that she had to live through that and I made him apologize for, and I quote "Being a baby!"  Then I commented that at least I could have a glass of wine when I got home (This is all going in my file I am sure!  maybe I'll be on the nightly news)   I ranted and raved at him in the car and on the way to the car I'll tell you.  I'm not sure he heard a word I said but with each comment I grew more angry and it wasn't until I decided on the way home to stop at CVS to get Tylenol (just incase either of them had a sore reaction to the shot) that I stood in line waiting to buy by Tylenol and 3 Chocolate bars too (just for me!) that I felt it GUILTY and that I was a TERRIBLE mommy.  How does that happen I asked Jackson when we got home.  How is it that I feel sick and terrible and you've gotten over it so quickly "I don't have a memory for that stuff Mom" he said.  I wish I was as lucky.  He'd forgotten my ranting and I had to explain again to him why I was angry and why I had to hold him down..."because you really wanted me to have that shot? ....because it wasn't a choice for me??  No, I explained, for your safety (and that of the nurse too!)  Will he ever get it?  Back in the car, and he asks for his favorite radio station an a volume that is an "even" number and I refuse as if denying him the radio is some sort of punishment for the scenario we just lived through.   It didn't make me feel any better so Kiss 108 went on and I went into my own silent mess of a mind!  What's next I wonder?