This is the motto of my week. Everytime I felt like a was gaining ground the rug was completely ripped out from under my heels and I fell flat, only to know that the only choice I had was to stand back up and chance it happening yet again, and it did several times.
Enter Monday morning, oh let's start this day at say...2:00 am?? Yup, 2 am is a fine time to begin a monday everyone hates them anyway so let's make this one a real doozy. Dead tired I drag myself out of my nice soft bed after pushing a spoiled cat to the side and almost stepping on the chest of the dog next to the bed, and I slowly make my way into the kitchen to make another bottle for the boy who is determined to break me down by sleep depriving me. I swear this kid works for the CIA or some other high level government agency. So I shuffle to the kitchen like an 80 year old lady and on the way dodge a few dinosaurs and cars that my other CIA agent strategically placed to trip me up, and mix up a bottle. Feed the boy, turn off the ranting Nancy Grace (can't stand her, but she is the only non-infomercial show at this time of day**and being this sleep deprived i would probably order at least 27 sham-wow's) and head back to bed. Ah sleep at last, out cold. Next scene is me still sleeping and my little guy with eyes wide open ready to take on the day. He is just talking and laughing, which is usually really cute, but at this moment--not so much. So again I begin my twilight obstacle course, cat off, jump dog, dodge toys, zap bottle, back through dinosaur mine field and retrieve boy. I go to feed him and he rejects me like Tim Duncan does to Kry Baby Bryant. He just wants my company and wants to give me the 411 on the happenings of being a baby. Again not that cute right now. This goes on until the alarm in my bedroom, next to my peacefully sleeping critters and my day is on. I put Grant outside my bedroom door and talk to him while I get ready for the day's events. I tell him about make-up products and why I am doing my hair curly for the 16th day in a row (humidity rocks), I mean if he can tell me all about his stuff, he can surely take a turn and listen to me now right? I am somewhat ready and I run upstairs and wake sleeping beauty and get her downstairs while she tells me how mean I am for waking her up (everyday routine). Make some coffee (survival tool) put the bags in the car, grabs the kids and out the door we go-6:50 am. Put two kids in car seats and plant my mommy ass in mine and turn the key and nothing. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? My car is three years old and it is a luxury car, this shit is NOT supposed to happen. I try again-FAIL. Again, again, again--no response. I feel like those nurses in the drama shows**CLEAR** nothiing "Charge to 1300"**CLEAR!!!***
Ok kids out of car, back in the house. Call Lexus-demand someone get here soon to help, she tells me that I am in luck, it will only be anywhere from 60-90 minutes for someone to show up, well lucky me. I call work and they are certainly not happy, at this point my boss has even offered to come and take me to work. Grant is getting pissed now-he has decided he is tired and hungry-perfect. Havely is watching the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse while sitting in a lego wagon asking me when I am going to get her vitamins for her. Finally someone calls me from the "wrecking" company, and I frantically look around for a simple pen and paper to write down the important information the man has for me. Just in time I spy a dry erase marker on Havely's Cars table and quickly sweep away the disney tea set and chapsticks to make room for mommy's doodles. By this point I am stressed to the max. I just can't understand why it won't start. So I go back out and give it one more try and **WHALAA** it turns on!!! Run into the house, grab the baby, back in the carrier, turn off mickey mouse (someone is really mad because I killed the story and she still has not gotten her vitamins) and out the door we go again. Kids in car and down the road we go. Big sigh of relief-whew...it is only 7:30 and I won't be that late if I hurry. Call the dealership on my way to work and they set up a service appointment at 11:30, with a loaner car in reserve. Perfect, I will finish my morning and then meet my husband for lunch and get my loaner and everything will work out. I finally get to the dealership at noon, no husband he is running behind too, then the rug, remember the rug-big tug and gone again. Turns out the wonderful DMV that is well known for great service, has failed to send my renewed Driver's license, and no one is going to hand me their car with an expired license, here we go again. After dealing with this I get to choke down a wendy's jr. bacon cheeseburger while trying not to cry while my husband takes me back to work. I spend all afternoon trying to call the DMV and find out who has their head up their ass there, and as I found out-they all do. So it is now rounding the corner to 4 pm and I have two patients left, I have to get to the DMV that is 15 minutes away (according to yahoo maps) before 5 pm, and then get to Lexus before 6 pm. Ok you have accepted your challenge young grasshopper...GO!!! Angela comes to get me and takes me to the DMV, where I almost go to jail for kicking the DMV girl's ass after she shushes me and waved her pointy little finger in my face. Angela literally has to grab my arm and calm me down. Great got the little paper and now the race is on to the dealership!!! We make it to Lexus and find out that my car is done and turns out I didn't need the paper license to get my own car, again even better. Get my car and take Angela to Chuy's for dinner for all of her troubles and I attend therapy via a Texas Martini. For this week though I will find out there is not enough alcohol in San Antonio to cure the stress I will endure, wa-freakin-hoo. After leaving Chuy's I drive home with Coldplay blaring on the stereo and Fix You comes on and I just loose it. I cry, big fat tears, and just let it all go. I feel overwhelmed, and I am also sad because on a day like today I would have finished this evening with a call to Alison and we would have shared a laugh over the crazy day. I am sad that I cannot do this anymore, and I cry just a little harder...
The rest of the week turns out to be an intricate design of dominos that continue to fall one after the other. The shiny new computer that I got on Friday decided that it hated me too and none of the hearing aid software would work. Got to cancel 5 patients because of this and spend every day on the phone with a computer geek somewhere up north. Then I have a patient that has been extremely demanding that wants her hearing aid before she goes on vacation for months in Spain. I have rearranged my schedule several times for this woman. Well on Wednesday she waltz in my office and tells me that she has decided that she doesn't actually want a hearing aid right now, that she will call me later when she is ready again-fantastic!!! The computer is fixed on Thursday just in time for me to have a sigh of relief before picking up two sick kids from daycare on Friday. On Friday I am sick as well and finally get to tuck myself in at 11:30 pm...
Saturday is my redemption day though, this is my stand up eight. I know that this all will seem like a small sampling of parenthood and life, and believe me I know that there are people out there experiencing things with a magnitude far greater than this. For me this is all I could handle in this week though and I made it out with little bruising! Tonight I will hang out with my kids, my husband, and my sisters. We will eat homemade spaghetti with most of the ingredients coming from my garden. We will sit in the love sacs (I will post an entire blog soon about the ode to the love sac), and play wii and enjoy each other's company. I may fall down many times, sometimes it feels like I totally got pushed, but with all the people that I have around me to pick me up I will never stay down for long. 06.12.2010
