I didn't see you there!!
Oh. About yesterday?
I was feeling a little overwhelmed, weepy, desperate. I was up until midnight talking to Charlie about our lives. What are we doing?! We need to move!! We need to grow organic food!! We need to live off the land!! We need to get away from all the craziness in this neighborhood ... in this world!!
Our babies!! Our BABIES!! They'll be going to college before we know it and we're MISSING it all!!
Poor Charlie could hardly keep his eyes open listening to me rant. Finally at 11:45, I begrudgingly agreed that we weren't going to figure out our future within the next 15 minutes.
At midnight, we went to sleep.
At 1:07 I was up with William.
At 2:18 I was up, myself.
At 3:11 I was up with Carolyn who had thrown up all over her bed.
Between 3:12 and 5:58, I laid on the couch with my daughter and a bucket, getting up several times to get her a Kleenex, a glass of water, more Tylenol.
At 5:59 I was up with Henry.
Between 6:00 and 7:59, I remained on the couch with Henry and Carolyn, and then noticed that OH MY GOSH, I have 31 minutes to get our healthy children up, dressed, fed and out the door to school. But first, I realized that the reason I was feeling so weepy and desperate yesterday is because the glorious hiatus I bragged about enjoying for the past two years came to a screeching halt today.
Oh yeah. Now it ALL makes sense.
The mounting psychosis and the overwhelming need for chocolate?
I'm not sure why I didn't recognize it sooner.
I kept Carolyn home while William and Elizabeth were sent to school.
While at school, Elizabeth participated in her EIGHTH birthday party. Which means, she brought home her EIGHTH birthday party bag. As of yet, only one child in William's class has had a party this year and none of the children in Carolyn's class have. In the three weeks of school, Elizabeth has come home with goody bags several times a week - while her siblings are empty handed.
Yesterday, she came home with a flat of Krispy Kreme donuts and superballs that looked like eyes. I'm not sure if nearly half her class has September birthdays, or what. But I'm prepared to tell her teacher that I don't want her receiving any more "goody" bags.
My decision to put a kibosh on the festivities is not just because I'm a grinch. Nor, because it causes too much controversy when the other children don't have something to bring home. Instead, it has to do with the the volume of SUGAR that my three-year-old has picked up in three weeks of school. Our kids have had sweets in their lifetime, but I don't want them eating it every day. Nor do I want them bringing home small plastic toys that are the perfect size to get lodged in Henry's throat.
While I worked this afternoon, Charlie called and canceled with the 18-year old sitter who was suppose to report for duty, tomorrow. Instead, we have a team of cleaning women who are due to arrive at our house at 8:30 in the morning.
While they clean, I will feast on chocolate from the blasted goody bags that I have confiscated from my three-year-old daughter.