Thursday, September 29, 2011

Bad days can have happy endings

This morning I woke up when the alarm went off, hit the snooze and cozied back into bed. The cool air blowing through the windows. I needed to get up and run this morning I have been putting it off for three days. The outside was black and cold and I wasn't in the mood. The next time the alarm went off it was Mike's turn to push the snooze. He didn't want to get up either. 
Finally it was time for us to wake the children and start the morning madness. Showers, getting dressed, breakfast, teeth brushing, some chores, fixing hair, last minute homework, lunch being made, hugs and kisses. 
Today was a special day. The is looked forward by many but for this mom, it's a bit torturous. I stress how the pictures will turn out. I don't want silly overpriced photos that have bad lighting and one pose. I want great smiles, to make my children look like angels. These photos will last with them for a lifetime, like when someone thinks it's funny to post their class photo on Facebook, later in life. With the stress I feel I want the perfect photo. I even was nice and bought a new shirt or two for my children so they would look awesome. 
This is where our drama begins. I went to wake up Phoenix showed him his new shirt that I carefully picked out. Showed him the jeans he would be wearing and he started to throw a fit. Saying he didn't want to wear this nice new shirt to school. That he was tired of mom always buying him clothes to wear and nothing that he likes. Yes, I could have been nice and let him wear a graphic shirt but I didn't want to be nice. I wanted difficulty. He proceed to lay in bed until I got him dressed. He was still telling me he didn't want to wear those clothes. I gave options but not a graphic tee. 
Mike even told him that he doesn't get to pick out what he wants to wear because everything he has I bought for him. 
I was not happy with Phoenix so I told him that I was going to ground him from video games. He smarted off and said that he didn't care, that made my blood boil a little bit more so I added no friends for a week. He was still laughing that he didn't care. Well I guess he did care a little because he was crying to his sister about how I was the meanest mom in the world. 
Well, sometimes you just have to be. 
I hug and kissed that little monster and sent him off to school looking dapper. Then it was off to work myself. With all of Phoenix's drama I didn't have time to get ready. Off to work and every road I take to work has construction on it, hindering my way. I think that I should get paid for all the time I sit in my car commuting. I would like to see that on ballot somewhere. Anyways late for work.
At work I get to have my blood pressure, weight, cholesterol, blood sugar and BMI checked out, not good. Overweight! I already knew that my Wii fit told me that. Because of my overweight status I drowned my feelings in cheesecake and cookies. Work was slow and slow. It was hard to stay but I did. I thought I would be sneaky and leave a bit early to get a head start on the commute home. Boy was I wrong it was worse than the car ride into work. 
Then there was the picking up of the children, finding out that someone forgot their dance stuff running errands and coming home. Finally, I felt like I could breathe. My friend Sarah and I went swimming and Mike took care of the kids for the night. Freedom! Something I have longed for since moving to day shift.  A moment for me that I wasn't thinking about bills, work, housework or a schedule. Getting in the pool was washing all of those feelings away. Swimming hard and thinking only about my stroke and pace. Freed my mind. I felt energized. I came home a happy mom to a dirty house that someday the floors will be mopped, bathrooms will sparkle once more and laundry will have a home. But Thursday nights are for me, to swim and only think about how cool it would have been to be a mermaid.

1 comment:

mad white woman said...

I haven't wished to be a mermaid for years. Thanks for the reminder of how fun that thought is. :)