This isn't usually my style, but I'm feeling it. Written in timeline form because I don't feel like typing out paragraphs.
Tuesday after school: Kalyn asks to go to the mall to buy tickets for the midnight Harry Potter movie premier. I'm impressed that she thinks ahead of time to go buy the tickets, she missed the last Twilight midnight premier because she waited too long to think about getting tickets. Of course she can go. She's in high school now, she can handle the late night. It's close to Thanksgiving, she'll be off most of next week. I approve.
Thursday after school: Okay, there is nobody that she can ride home with after the movie. Which means I will be picking her up at 2:30 in the morning. On a school night. Okay. I'll make a bed on the couch so I don't bother Troy getting up in the middle of the night and I'll leave my clothes on, keep my phone in my hands so I'm sure to get the text when she's ready.
Thursday 11:00 pm: Can't really sleep. Afraid I'll miss her text.
Friday 1:30 am: text her to let her know she needs to text me about 30 minutes before she needs me because I have to drive all the way down there and I don't want her to be there alone in the parking lot. No response.
Friday 2:30 am: Finally get the text, she's had her phone off. She's alone in the parking lot. Well, not really, some people she knows are letting her wait for me in their van. Nice of them. I'm a moron.
Friday 6:00 am: Barely dragging myself out of bed. I'm too old for this late night stuff. Troy "reminds" me that I need to sew a hole in the crotch of his work jeans. What? I said I would do that? No recollection. I must have not really been listening to him and said I would just to shut him up. Everyone in the family acts like I'm crazy when they discover that I wasn't really listening to them. I don't think anyone realizes that, while I'm usually at home at the same times that they are, I do go off to a full time job every day. That takes planning, and energy, and my full attention sometimes.
Friday 3:00 pm: Cleaning up my classroom. These kids are crazy! You can tell we're close to a vacation break. Haven't thought about supper. Notice Troy has deposited money in the bank, which means he's gotten paid for something. We'll eat chicken tonight. Good. I'm too tired, and yes, stressed, to worry about it.
Friday 3:45 pm: On the phone with Troy, need to stop by the shop and pay a bill. Receive a text from sister-in-law, she has a 7 year old too, we trade off kids on the weekends. It's a good deal, our turn to take Colton tonight. Good, we'll go eat chicken.
Friday 5:30ish pm: Waiting on Colton and Troy to get home. Telling Alina to get dressed for dinner (she's in pajamas) and Kalyn is asleep on the couch. Of course. I understand, I'm tired too.
Friday 6:00ish pm: We're all here. Toilet is clogged again. I go plunge it because I seem to not get as upset about it as everyone else in the house. As I'm plunging the toilet, Troy is complaining to me that he has no clean jeans to wear to go out to eat. I suggest his khakis. Nope, no good. He's such a fashionista. He's getting baloney out of the refrigerator to fry instead of going out. You have got to be kidding me? No? Really?..........Come on kids, we are going to go eat.
Friday 6:30 pm: The kids and I are in the car headed to eat somewhere. Where? They say McDonalds. Ugh. We go to Walmart first because everyone in the family has been complaining that there is no food that's ready to eat in the house. Again, I have a full time job that I go off to every day. This is an every day issue that never seems to resolve itself, even though I do have a list on the refrigerator now that reminds me of the things my family complains we are without, I don't make the runs to the store often enough to please everyone. When did I become the person everyone orders around? Even Alina does it.
Friday 7:30 pm: Back home and Kalyn is having a complete meltdown. LOTS of drama.I was a moron for letting her stay out all night last night. Lesson learned. Everyone is totally stressed.
Friday 8:30 pm: Kids are running around the house making way too much noise. Troy is going to bed. I send kids to bed shortly after. They're pouting. I brew a pot of coffee. I'm going to scrub the floor in the kitchen and maybe clean out the refrigerator.
Friday 10:00 pm: Cool! All those pieces in the refrigerator snap apart for easier cleaning! These pears have been in there for awhile. They smell like alcohol.
Friday 11:30 pm: This is the cleanest refrigerator I have ever seen. I'm so impressed with myself. I feel much better now. So this is how crazy manifests itself in 40 something year old moms. We brew a pot of coffee and clean things. I guess I always knew that. It does look nice, though, doesn't it?
