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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Super Mom Needs A Nap--Not A Medal


Honestly, am I insane?

Today, as we all know, was the first day back to school (well, I do have a friend, and reader of this blog, yay!, who now lives "down south," and her kids have already been back to school for a couple of weeks). Yes, yes, we've all shared all the "high five," "break out the cocktails," "I'm weeping with joy" kind of parental jokes we can possibly make, so I will refrain from adding any related humour of my own.

I'm a little discombobulated this year, since my little guy is in grade ONE. My daughter is still too young for school. Anyhoo, after two years of a rock-solid kindergarten routine, I have to form a new routine as Jack is now in school for a full day. So, I thought; "yeah! Tomorrow may be the first day back to school, but it's the first day back to work for me." That's right, thought I. No more of this lazy apathy I'd been wallowing in for the last two weeks of summer vacation. No more lounging in bed till 9, fighting my hair and painting up my face till 10, doing some leisurely yoga and having A COFFEE. Nope, that was slovenly and shameful. I was ready to CRACK THE WHIP ON MYSELF.

So, basically what I've done is this: BURNT MYSELF OUT BEFORE 4:00 this afternoon. Yeah, in my haste to prove myself to, well, myself, I got up at 7, and tried to do some yoga, but then the fight twins ruined that. Took the boy to school, came home, decided hey, if I throw some sheets and towels in the wash NOW, I can have them out drying on the clothesline SUPER EARLY! Threw junk in the wash, had a banana, made some oatmeal for when I returned, grabbed my girlie and went and got groceries. Then I came back, put all the groceries away, had said oatmeal, and remembered oh crap, I was supposed to make homemade chicken soup for dinner. So, tossed cheap chicken pieces, celery, bay leaves, carrots, garlic and onion in a pot, covered with water and brought to a simmer--
* at this point I should interject and note that I was rebellious about my homemade soup and did NOT brown the chicken pieces first. Yeah, that's right, I didn't brown them, and I'm not sorry. I did decide to not tell my brother I'd made soup, because if he knew I'd made homemade chicken broth and didn't brown the chicken first, I'd never have heard the end of it. And you know what? It was fabulous. It was pale, granted, but it tasted just fine. So, I'd like to set a bowl down of my pale broth and his DARK, NEARLY MAHOGANY COLOURED broth down, and see if mine truly was less delicious.

Ahem.

So, after making the broth, I made lunch for my daughter, and prepared the much hated crustless peanut butter and jam sandwich for Jack, and got all his other lunch components ready. Then I looked at the clock and shed a quick tear knowing that I would have no time for a coffee, washed a butt load of dishes and raced off to the school to get the kid for lunch with my ipod plugged into my head.

Somewhere along the walk home, I opened my idiot yap, and proclaimed to my poor, beat little guy; "I'm going to bake muffins for you, so when you get home from school today, you can have a nice muffin. Doesn't that sound good?"

Idiot.

So, the kid went back to school, and I finally sat down and had a) sustenance, and b) COFFEE, merciful healer of all. And just as I was enjoying some heavenly sit-down time, the tape in my brain rewound, and I heard this:

"I'm going to bake muffins for you, so when you get home from school today, you can have a nice muffin. Doesn't that sound good?"

Oh brother! Made muffins, instead of having A NAP. When muffins were done, had a mental tug of war to get the girlie to go pee and put her sandals on, tossed her into the stroller and trudged back to the school to get my son.

CAME HOME, HUNG SHEETS AND TOWELS ON CLOTHESLINE TO DRY--SHEETS AND TOWELS THAT HAD BEEN WAITING IN THE WASHING MACHINE SINCE, OH, MAYBE 11:00 THAT MORNING...STRAINED SOUP, LEFT YUCKY CARROTS IN A BOWL FOR HUSBAND TO EAT, AS HE DISDAINS MY METHOD OF STRAINING ALL USED-UP VEG OUT, AS WELL AS FLUKEY CHICKEN SKIN/BONES/SOGGY CELERY, LEAVING ONLY GOLDEN PRISTINE STOCK BECAUSE I LIKE HOW MY MOM MADE CHICKEN SOUP AND HE LIKES HOW HIS MOM MAKES IT BUT WE ALL KNOW GIRLS THAT HOW OUR MOTHERS MAKE THINGS IS NEARLY ALWAYS GOING TO TRUMP HOW THEIR MOTHERS MAKE THINGS, NOT BECAUSE IT'S NECESSARILY BETTER, BUT BECAUSE HEY, IT'S OUR MOMS....

Okay, I'd better stop ranting in 'all caps,' even if it felt GREAT. Let's just end by saying this is NOT how we ease our way back into the first week back to school. No, not at all. So, it's 8:50. I haven't "punched my card" yet; I still have to do dishes. Then I'm going to get a wash (yes, yes, I know you don't necessarily need to know all this), read Jane Eyre (again), hit the sack, and start again tomorrow.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

7 comments:

  1. I'm in awe of you. Kids here don't come home for lunch. Kids here don't walk to school. I find that if I take the boys to school at 7 and pick them up at 3 the day is too short and doesn't give me enough time.

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  2. well, I feel like I have zero ME TIME now, and I love nothing better than ME TIME. Sigh. Well, time to take my daughter out somewhere, rather than blog happily for 3 hours.

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  3. My me time is sitting in traffic commuting to Nashville twice a day. LOL

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  4. yeah. No quality time whatsoever. Is that a long commute?

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  5. It's about 35 miles. Takes anywhere from 45 to 90 minutes each way.

    Several years ago we got a few inches of snow. It took more than 6 hours to get home. But that's a whole 'nother story.

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  6. Please don't be angry with me, but...your day sounded fun. Seriously.

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  7. it can seem fairly funny in the retelling--if only it wasn't ME living it all the time though

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