Then I'm off to work my part time job. It doesn't take long to get a call from a familiar prefix. 226-XXXX. It's a school. Not sure which one. I quickly think in my head - can I work from home the rest of the day if someone is puking? Is our deductible met if someone has broken an arm? Maybe I don't answer and make them call my husband so he can deal with it. Fuck it. I answer. Teenager needs to do a group project tonight at 5 and wants to know if I can take her. "Of course" I say on the outside.
On the inside.....Are you fucking kidding me??? This is the one night we could go home and do NOTHING! And now we have to do this????? Only 7 more days of school. I am DONE. Teachers are DONE. This project doesn't matter it's just going to suck my soul for the evening. Then I remember my husband is gone all night for some "much needed" time away. I'm done. Every other day this week is something! A band concert. A soccer game. BTW- Soccer should have been done. I was told that last week was our last game. Then I get an email saying, WE MADE TO THE SEMI-FINALS!!! Ugh....excuse me....what? I'm confused. I don't play sports. I run a house. When I write on the calendar that something is happening for the last time - like a soccer game - that's what it means. It means it's over. Finished. Done. And if we win this time we have ANOTHER game? Who thinks of this shit? Forgive me - but I prayed to baby Jesus that we would lose. I am done.
So I go and take her to the neighborhood park where they are video taping or doing something. Frankly I don't care what they are doing. My younger two wanted to stay. This was my mood and my FB post while we were there...So tired.
Go ahead kids. Roll down that hill in your school uniform. Rip those blue pants and red shirts to shreds. I am tired. I am tired of finding socks and packing lunches. I am tired of reading logs and mid terms. Forgive me - I am tired of performances and celebrations. I can't do one more animal project. I don't care anymore. You can get grass stains all over those faded polo shirts. I don't have one more dollar to pitch in for a gift, fundraiser, field trip, or anything. I am overwhelmed with trying to cram every last anything into the last 8 days of school!!! Lets just shake hands and go our separate ways. Roll down a few more times kids. There's still life in those uniforms.
So fucking tired. Once home I cut up apples, dish out scoops of Nutella and cook a frozen pizza. Dinner. In the mean time getting texts that a friend needs a suit for her son by tomorrow because he apparently needs to be Ronald Reagan's body guard in a play. Of course she just found out about it. We find a shirt and tie. Really - it will be fine. I know it's not a suit, but Reagan's body guard sucked. Reagan got shot. My friends son is playing the part of a sucky body guard. I told them to come by to pick it all up. Instead another neighbor shows up saying she will take it to them. No questions asked. Makes sense. It takes a village to dress a bad body guard. This small community of mine steps up for one another time and time again.
The cat pees on the floor, the last one needs a shower, the boy decides it's time to give me his Christmas list. (It must be the shitty weather) Finally I have to ask, "Why do you want a water purifier????" Do I have the only 11 year old that wants to protect himself from scurvy and is planning for the volcano eruption under Yellowstone? Up until 6 months ago I didn't even know there was a volcano under Yellowstone!!
Bedtime routine. The last one wants to give me as many hugs and kisses as I am old. Damn I am old. And I finally sit. The only thing I want is yesterdays banana pudding and an amazon bought crappy movie. I am tired. I am done.
