Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Six. More. Days.

So, my last post was way-too-freaking-long-ago, but it's because I've basically been working three full-time jobs. Being a mama to my two, plus being an active realtor, kept me busy enough. Adding the school job on top of it was great, in theory, but...my last day is next week. I love these kiddos, but let me tell you, my ADD game is STRONG right now. It's bad. y'all. I had to get a special pill organizer! It's a sad, sad, day when you're reading Amazon reviews and you pick the right pill organizer based on the fact that "you can remove just the days that you need if you're going on a spontaneous vacay." 


Uh, I have so little spare time that I have to set reminder alarms for alarms

Let's be clear, I can multi-task like a BOSS, but the last week of school has brought out an inner kindergartner in me that I didn't know existed. People are talking at full volume all around me and I'm all "SHUT UP YOU JERKS!!! I AM TRYING TO COUNT PAPERCLIPS!!!" Yeah. It's serious. I'm so grouchy, it feels like I haven't taken my meds in weeks. Or ever. I told my bff today, "If I had a uterus, I guarantee Aunt Flo would show up tomorrow with her doilies and fruit cake." The struggle is REAL.

****I just looked at my post, and saw all the capitalized words. This is a serious situation and I need you to know the depths of my angst.*****

We need to talk about being a 41 1/2 year old mom in May. So many advance notices about things coming up "next year" accompanied by physical exam forms and "end-of-the-year-announcements". So many, "We need you to see if your child lost a retainer in the lost and found." So many, "Hey! It's Sno-cone day tomorrow, so send $75 with your kid!" I. Just. Can't. I'm tapped out. I'm done.

Oh, and did I mention my a/c went out last night? FIX IT JESUS!!!!! The repair guy called at 3:00 to say, "Hey, I'm at your house and nobody is answering the door." Well, yeah, you dumbass!!! Nobody called to tell me you were coming! Who knew? All through April we had freeze warnings and cancelled soccer games for wind chills and temps below freezing. (For the little one. Not for the big one. He plays competitive soccer and they don't give two shits. Ice on the roads and snow on the ground but "7:30 am start time" still sticks.)

That white stuff is for real snow. In Arkansas. In April. 

And then the sweetest, most darling kindergartner walked in at 3:39 with diarrhea running down BOTH legs, I had to go to my happy place. At 4:19. 




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