I have to wonder if maybe subconsciously it was this day that lead me to it.
Less of a "Chicken and the Egg" debate and more like, "Was I grumpy because I was getting sick, or did I get sick because I was so grumpy?"
33 years ago my dad died of a sudden heart attack.
Today I honoured him by shouting at my kids and telling my husband that "I quit". I'm sure it was a proud moment for him.
There's just some days that being everything for everybody gets a little old.
Today was the third of three days per week that I am supposed to have a couple of hours to myself (you know, to catch up on laundry. Or finally remove the rest of the wallpaper that the children have destroyed so that I can paint). The first two days were entirely consumed by my family and this day was supposed to be spent grocery shopping (when you add an hour drive each direction, yes it does take the day).
Of course it was this day that the commissary chose to have the fewest cashiers, the traffic was the absolute worst and of the two people listed as emergency contacts for my kids, one is terribly ill (nearing hospitalization) and the other is away for the three-day weekend.
There was 45 minutes of extremely stressful clock-watching while stuck waiting for trains, slow moving tractors, lorries and Friday traffic.
I ran up to the school 10 minutes late for the boys, which made me 25 minutes late for Miss Ky (same area). At least it gave me great parking, since all of the other kids had been picked up.
One boy child was snarky and downright disrespectful and Miss Ky was obstinate about staying behind for her after-school party. The one I forgot about. The one I insisted she could NOT stay for since I had a car full of frozen items that had already traveled for an hour as it was.
I cried quietly into my sunglasses all the way home.
Yes, this is a frequent whinge on this blog, but I'm really looking for confirmation that I'm not the only one who questions if this is all there is. See, I even feel guilty saying that because I am so abundantly blessed...
I just wonder if there is a way to be a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a church member, etc... and not have a day that is spent trying to get somewhere for someone by some time.
I want to know that someone has figured out the technique for doing something you love (or hate, like exercise not hidden in a fun package like dancing or swimming) and still be successful in the above titles.
My dad was only 49 when he passed away.I often wonder if he felt his life was lived fully...