I got up early this morning, fixed my coffee, then proceeded to wake up the children. I got Thaddeus' blanket off of him, trying desperately to get him off the dog bed. He was so sleepy, having waited up for me again last night, then finding the energy to stay up a further two hours after the excitement of seeing me and telling me of his day. I kept telling him "you have to get up and take a bath, buddy..." while being met with screams of "give me back my bayud!!" (that's bed to those who don't speak toddler...) finally got him up and around. Sophia wasn't so hard. She wakes up like I do, Thaddeus wakes up like his father. I never thought I was a morning person until I married someone who is reeeealy not a morning person...but like the lawnmower I degrass. ha ha.
I got them in the bath. screaming and wailing ensued. Dwayne fixed them something to eat while I attempted to find some clothes. I gave up the idea of showering until time to get ready for work. I got the car seats in, got the kids in the car, and finally left. Our WIC appointment was at 8:15. It was 8:16. Once I found the street, I pulled over and called the office, hopng someone would shine a beacon out the window so I could find the place..."Wic office' a woamn said.
"I'm on my way to an appointment there and I have no idea where the office is."
"You don't have an appointment with us today." she said.
"What? I'm sure I do."
"No ma'am. the office is closed on wednesdays. your appointment is tomorrow, the 22nd."
oooops.
now I get to do the whole thing over again tomorrow.
In just 90 short minutes I must leave for work. I don't know how I'm going to get through another nine hours...what is even worse is thinking it will be nine hours a day, five days a week, for the rest of the summer. We still probably won't be able to pay the bills. Some folks think getting paid every week is wonderful. I don't like it. After taxes I'll be lucky to clear 250 bucks. how are we, in the face of gas, food and other bills, going to manage to hang on to that long enough to pay the house payment? oh this sucks. hard, and fast, and with too much tooth action.
pardon me whilst I vomit.
I believe it's more about having too much to do, too much on the brain, and not having enough time to do it all, rather than being a dingbat.
Of course, I drink anti-freeze cocktails.