From the minute I wake up, the dogs need out, fed and watered. They want my undivided attention, even before my feet hit the kitchen floor to make that first cup of coffee. Dudes, please let mom open an eyeball first. Please.
From there, my mind goes to my sons. I continuously worry about all of them. They don’t leave my head for one second of the day. Well, ok….maybe when I wake up with one eyeball shut walking downstairs to let the dogs out. In all seriousness, I don’t think a mother really walks around with their children not far from the front most part of the brain. What are they doing? Are they happy? Do they miss me? Do they need anything? Worry, worry, worry. It’s time to make sure the beasts are awake from their slumber.
It’s off to school! Have a good day and I love you’s are said all around. I’m eternally grateful that they don’t mind hugs and kisses, even in front of their friends. At least, I don’t think they do! Ha!
Then I make a list, AFTER my coffee, of the things to get done that day. Sometimes, it’s as simple as a doctors appointment or mow the grass, other times it may be an arduous list of working on unfinished projects, phone calls, grocery lists, cleaning the bathroom, laundry and vacuuming, oh, and packing the house up too. Then if course, as I suspect most of us do, I stare at the list and pick and choose what I WANT to do first. The harder things can wait till last. Or should I do them first to get them out of the way? It’s a battle. Truly.
Not only am I worried about completing the mundane tasks, but I have to balance my health with the energy needed to complete them. Some could run circles around me….I’ve slowed WAY down….aging seems to have gotten the best of me recently. (I’ve never been afraid of aging, but I recently took a beauty quiz using a selfie with no make up and hair back only to find out that my skin age was…..51! Not amused) So, yeah, there’s that.
So, ok it’s time to make the ever so fun phone calls. Sometimes I wonder how places stay in business. The audacity of some questions, the simple rudeness and downright ignorance of some baffle me. Then, I finally get to the most pleasant, most effective, most kind person known in this world to help me. Why aren’t they all like this? It just seems like things would be so much more effective if they were. I am never rude on the phone…..in fact, I am very conscious of it because I have been the voice on the other side. I’ve been yelled at for no reason. Don’t make me cry and I won’t make you cry. It truly takes all kinds.
Off to doctor’s appointments, either for myself or the kiddos. For the most part, they are positive experiences of being poked and prodded. We always learn something new which is good, I suppose. Like, no news is good news but that’s not how we do things in this family, apparently. We always get news!
Haha….it’s not always bad news. But it does take a toll on me. As a mom, my worries continue…..from having a son with special needs, to a son who is transitioning to my oldest, who is fighting with his braces. It’s always something. And I can’t forget myself in this either. My latest fall resulted in a bad shoulder injury requiring cortisone shots, PT and Ortho consults. Like I said, nothing is ever dull.
Let’s go home for dinner. Ah, time to relax with the family. Oh, wait, who cooks dinner. That’s right it’s me.
Do you know how hard it is to please everyone in the house? I’m sure you do, because we are short order cooks along with many other roles. 😂😂😂 I do have to admit it is getting much easier now that they are getting older and tastes are evolving.
Who wants to do the dishes? Oh, you WANT to do your homework now. Nice. I guess I’ll do them. Lol
After homework and dishes are clean, it’s time to relax. WAIT! One more thing….let’s go throw a load of clothes in the washer.
So let’s just jump up and take care of a few other things and then look up to see that it’s BEDTIME!! Yay! Well, not exactly. There’s a pile of laundry that needs folded and put away on my bed. But at least all the kiddos are tucked in and sound asleep, right? It’s all well and good until, “Mom, MOM, I NEED a drink of water”. Downstairs I go because letting the boy out of bed is a no-no. I do want to sleep tonight. 😂
Finally it’s time to hit the hay. I’m done. I’m tired. Goodnight and I’ll do it all over again tomorrow, gladly. This has to be the best job ever…..❤️