Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

5.11.2006

Some days are diamonds

and some days are big juicy dog poop that you step in barefoot and get it squished between your toes.

What is my day like today? The latter.

This is what I get for playing hookey yesterday with my son. My payback is a day of pure hell.

I wake up listening to sports talk radio, courtesy of AoD's alarm clock. Then, as I'm drifting back to sleep, I get the image of Hot Rod (who has a sinus infection) choking to death on a cough drop I gave him last night before bed. So, I have to go up and look. Stinkerbelle is awake - it is 5:50 a.m. now - and ready for breakfast and a healthy early morning dose of cartoons.

My house is a pig-sty and people are coming tomorrow for Hot Rod's birthday, so I have to clean. I spent almost an hour just going through papers on and around my desk. I put them away and then did some more laundry.

I'm leaving to go to the bank and Home Depot when a friend calls to tell me he needs our older soccer team to play in a tournament in two days. Yippee. I can barely get these people to show up to regularly scheduled games, let alone three games we weren't counting on with two days notice.

My head feels like that scene from Scanners right now.

I'm calling people and getting very few of them. Of course, half the team's parents speak little or no English, so I have to wait for an interpreter to be able to call them for me. I'm practically in tears doing this because I have other things I NEED to be doing, which aren't getting done.

Then, I find out that if the tournament coordinator finds another team which can do it, they won't need us. SO, all this effort may be for nothing and then I have to call everyone back and say never mind.

Pile on top of all this that we have tennis practice after school for one kid, a teeball game for the other and then we have to leave the ball game early to take both boys to their karate belt test (which had to be rescheduled to tonight because of the football game/birthday party scheduling fiasco.)

Calgon, take me way!

2 Comments:

  • At 1:32 PM, May 11, 2006, Blogger Melessa said…

    Remember that commercial where the kid pretends to be a doctor, holds up two huge chocolate chip cookies, and tells his Dad to "take two of these and call me in the morning." Well, that's always what I recommend too.

     
  • At 1:55 PM, May 11, 2006, Anonymous Army of Dad said…

    I will give you a hug when I get home...when would you like me home?

     

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