I enjoy the A-Z Challenge most days.
What I’ve noticed, regardless of letters, is that I yearn to write freely.
I actually yearn to write random posts about the stuff of life. I miss it. I feel sorta repressed. I need a rant.
I want to tell you how on Wednesday, Moo was supposed to have a track meet at the high school. Moo came to me with papers that morning, because that’s how kids are. I hadda sign a waiver and agree to drop her off at 5. My first thought was no.
Seriously, I am not one of those mothers who goes on about the taxiing of children, because most of my readers are parents who have been there, done that, and got the tee-shirt…but…
I’m sick of it! I am! And this time of year is the absolute worst, because I get the spring fever, too! I don’t wanna go sit in the bleachers anywhere, ever. We had just had a music thingy where THE TEACHER LET PEOPLE ASK QUESTIONS BEFORE THE END! Fuckin amateurs, Man!
But anyway, track thingy, more bleachers for me! And in the sun!
But wait, it was raining! I said, “It’ll prolly be canceled. Sposta rain all day and night.”
I’ve reached the stage in parenting where I feel I should be given a free pass on all the meetings at school. I’m not nervous or excited about any of it. I don’t have any questions. Shouldn’t my student be the one to go to meetings? Couldn’t this all be done in a bloody email?!?
I ranted a bit.
Do schools even realize most parents work? Or that they have smaller children to care for? I don’t, but I have, and this always ticks me off. Don’t worry, I’m mad enough for all the other parents, too.
Moo said parents weren’t invited.
I am like, the only mother ever who is happy not to be invited. Forgive me.
I signed the forms and decided I’d pick Sassy up at 4 and go to Aldi quick and drop Moo at 5.
“How will I know when to pick you up? Is Mrs M goin?” Well Moo didn’t know.
I told Sassy to make sure to look for my messages in the afternoon, since I didn’t know what would happen.
At 10:30 Moo called to tell me Mrs M would be at the track meet and I could pick her up at 7.
At 1:11 Moo rang to tell me the track meet had been canceled because of rain.
At 2:00 the school’s automated call told me the track meet was canceled due to inclement weather.
By then, I had given up trying to nap and sorta wandered around my house bein pissy at things that didn’t matter. Like: why people keep taggin me in everything on fb? why we have no cheeseburger machine? why this dog hasta pee again? why these plums not ripe?
At 3:00 I let Sassy know that I would pick her up at school around 4.
At 3:45 I picked Moo up from running, but forgot I needed to drive her little friend home on Wednesdays, too. I forgot in a way that my brain said oh aren’t betsy’s glasses cute? *wave* why betsy is with moo? oh fuck, joey, you gotta take betsy home. Betsy only knows the way to her house per the bus route, so it’s quite a windy-dindy sorta drive through her neighborhood.
At 3:50 the township called to tell me the track meet was canceled due to inclement weather.
At 4:08 I picked Sassy up. Sassy had been worried.
I hated that non-existent track meet so much.
In the car, Moo told me she needed foam tubing and her friend got some at Menards for $1.
I ALREADY DONATED THE FUCKING DUCT TAPE AND CREATED THE CHILD WHO DESIGNED THE PROJECT! I HAVE DONE ENOUGH!
“Not tonight!” I said with some restraint.
I went to the Aldi and got our food-foods for the week. After that, we still needed about ten non-food items and we were gettin low on coffee, so on Wednesday night, I told myself I’d need to go out Thursday as well, to a big store and to Fresh Thyme (because I am in love with their Decaf French Roast) and then to the Menards for foam tubing. Yay. Three errands.
Thursday morning came and I felt so tired, how one does on Thursdays, that I couldn’t think of any reason why I should have to go out to the big stores. I thought it was a perfect day to gawk at doors, scrub the master bath up, weed, read a book, and generally jack around.
I mean, y’all, I feel like this iris looks. Bleh. Also, shut up and pollinate me.
Tired me questioned my compulsion. i don’t know why you think you hafta go today. you have all the food. still have toilet paper…
I didn’t go to the big stores.
I tried to understand Moo’s newest science dooji. As far as I can understand, it’s like a roller coaster for marbles, like the old Mouse Trap game. Foam tubing, though, is pretty vague.
“Do you need foam tubing like in plumbing, where it’s black or gray, or what?”
“No, like colored tubing.”
… colored foam tubing…
“Like pool noodles?” Moo isn’t great with words.
“Yes! Do you know where a Dollar General is?”
“Yes. It’s next to the Family Dollar. Why?”
“One of my friends found tubing there.”
even better! closer! non-food items! yes! we shall go to dollar general! woo-hoo!
I have never been excited about going to Dollar General. I was just so tired.
I loaded up their arms with toothpaste and shampoo and tp and shaving cream BUT THERE WERE NO POOL NOODLES!
We had to go to Menards anyway.
The pool noodles were not $1, either.
But they have Tootsie Rolls at Menards, big 2-packs of Tootsie Rolls for $1. I’d be lying if I didn’t mention that helped.
I ended up going out again, because my desire to eat a cheeseburger outweighed my desire to stand in the kitchen tending risotto. The mere thought of washing asparagus was enough to stifle my will to live.
Before bed, I made coffee for the morning.
fuck. that’s why you were supposed to go to fresh thyme today!
I told The Mister last night, about how I forgot about the coffee. I said he could still take my car today, but that Moo’s foamy things were in it. I said I’d take the van, maybe go to Dunkin Donuts before I took Sassy to school. I could get myself a lil double double and get her a donut and pick up a pound of coffee.
This morning, I told Sassy to get ready and not to dawdle, because sometimes I think she dawdles in an effort to miss her bus so I have to drive her. That’s when I remembered I was supposed to drive her SO I COULD GET COFFEE!
Do you know how many people are in line at Dunkin Donuts on a Friday?!?
I will go to Fresh Thyme on Monday. I will. I will get the good coffee and fish and kefir and produce.
You can’t make me go out this weekend. Not unless it’s a DoorScursion or there’s ice cream involved. Nope. Not gonna.
Dammit. I’ve just realized I have to see Moo perform tomorrow! I’ll go to that. But that’s all.
How’s your spring fever manifesting? How’s your anxiety level? How’s A-Z goin for ya? How many stale, unnecessary meetings have you been to this week? How tired are you?