This day started off like any other Monday. Tuck slept in cause he’s paying me back for whatever reason and can’t get his weekend’s and weekdays straight. He woke up mad at the world and in a zombie stumble to the bathroom he com. pleeet. lee. misses the target area and hits every surface in a 2 foot radius. Boys. Why.
He proceeded it with a drowsy “Shit!” and an immediate “Oh Mama I so sorry! I not say Mama words anymore!”
I’m letting that one slide. Get dressed brother. It’s too early. Somebody hand me the clorox.
Clorox makes me happy. I am not ashamed.
I wasn’t fairing to well myself. I dumped a whole GIANT container of bubble’s all over me while de-winterizing my back patio, and someone fed Kinzie a banana. Which she regurgitated all over my bedroom carpet.
Punch me in the face.
My eyeballs seared with the fumes of bleach I prayed my kid got himself adequately dressed enough for school and I allowed Kinzie to live another day.
What the hell just happened.
Sitting at the school I cleared my head and mentally arranged the day ahead because of course I would forget my planner on the office desk. I start going over all the things that I insist I do because I have wicked control issues and God forbid I allow someone else to take the lead and I release the reigns a tad.
Between errands, housework, homework, and pleading with the culinary Gods to let my new recipe’s come out ok with no gagging sounds from the peanut gallery, to finding time to have. a. conversation. with. a. friend. That’s NOT under 3 feet tall. Like your own friends.
That really know you. That will hug you and bring you an adult beverage.
Putting the madness of Monday morning on the back burner cause by now it’s 8:05 and I’ve got 29 requests to fulfill. I walked into my house slid OFF my house shoes cause I’m THAT mom in the drop off line, and tied on my running shoes. It’s go time for this gal. If there’s something I have learned about parenting it’s that children have to get their wiggles out. Same goes for adults too. Wound up bout a 10 on the tension scale. Go get your wiggles out.
Promise -you’ll thank me later.
I spent the remainder of the morning making attempt after attempt to sign Tuck up for his 4th 5K in June. My folks. My almost 70 year old folks are running with him. Cause he asked them too. Boom.
I ran into a legality that is really not uncommon when signing up a wee one for a race. You have to be 18 or older for most. 1 email, 3,630,580,492 phone calls all over the county and one brief chat with a cordial gentleman at the sheriffs office cause I went blind staring at tiny numbers for 2 hours and misdialed, I may have gotten to the bottom of this wavier glitch and Tucker-Roo will fulfill his next dream of running with his Oogie and Poppy by his side.
Dear Monday, I win.
Home from school our bellies full of ”chocklick” shakes and chicken. Amen.
THESE two drive me nuts in the best way. If it weren’t for the moments that keep me on my toes life just wouldn’t be any fun.
I hope everyone has a great Monday!