...with the Sunday night after Thanksgiving weekend. The leftovers are still running out of our ears, the house is still awash in the smells of turkey and trimmings, and the children have me in my constant state of conflict. I love them, would do anything for them, even lay down my life for them. When they are gone, I worry about them and all I can do is talk about them to any and all who will listen.
And when they are around, they make me so nuts I want nothing more than to run away screaming from them.
The 14 year old "forgot" to mention until 9pm the dogs were out of food. The 8 and 11 year olds (after spending the holiday with their father) have informed me they both need all new underwear, that they will only now wear boxer shorts instead of the boxer briefs they have worn for years. The 11 year old also had a fit that he cannot find his DSi (that he probably left at his father's, but he refuses to admit it). The 18 year old wants me to do his project for him....it's due tomorrow. The 16 year old has washed the dishes twice, and STILL they are greasy and have to be done again.
So for my 1 day off I have taken in the past 3 weeks, I have done 2 loads of dishes, 2 loads of laundry, run to the store for dog food at 9:15pm, done a poster for a project, watched 1.5 movies with the children, comforted little ones and convinced them that the underwear they have is OK until I do their laundry tomorrow, made sure everyone had showers and was put to bed......and now I hide and wonder. THIS was a day off? (Mind you--this stream of my day started at 6pm. LOTS happened before then, but it is just too much to list and I'm tired)
Did I eat dinner? I can't remember. And I go back to work again tomorrow.
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