May Day! May Day! That’s all I have to say. Seriously as if the title and distress call do not sum up this post. Yet, I know you want to stay tuned and I feel the need to confess a few things anyways.
So, just coming off a Cinco de Mayo weekend that was sunny, warm and festive in every way, I head into one of the craziest weeks yet this year. Thank you tequila and friends and their children and funky little monkeys. You do have to agree I can throw down a nice celebration and I am much better at cornhole with the wedge shoes off my feet and to the side. Yet, this past Monday began a whole new week, a new ballgame fully equipped with chaos.
I scheduled a long-awaited client appointment for Monday morning. Not super early as I knew I still had remnants of Cinco de Mayo coming out of my pores and the thought of a very long two-hour appointment without a large java load would not go so well. Then it occurred to me when I parked my business self into my leather office chair, that I needed to pick up my four-year old from preschool right about the time my soon to be client would be signing on the dotted line.
Yikes! Thank goodness a fellow busy, working mom and friend came to my rescue. When I finally grabbed the little guy after my appointment which created another fifteen To-Do’s in my head, I schleped him off to daycare to meet up with his two-year old brother.
Oh boy, maniac Monday calls for another java jolt. Then off to the office for more fun and another meeting with what is to become the most time draining client I will gain in 2012. There will be no sympathy from this man, no empathy and clearly he didn’t care that I had to get my nine-year old off a bus.
When I bolted out of the office, my car does a little ding ding. Shoot, mama needs gas. A 25 mile commute passing through every school zone and bus stop from office to “ruralsville” is not helping. The fact that I have a child who will be rerouted back on a bus to the school district transportation garage because mama is a no-show is not going to earn me the mom of the year medal.So, while maneuvering through school zones, kids inappropriately playing in the street and cops that are pulling speeders over, I am dialing up every Tom, Dick and Kristen I could find. Finally I get a real person and through a sinus infection and partially lost voice, tell her to please yank my son off the bus and I will be at her house in a jiffy. I am also very concerned now because it was that easy to yank my kid off the bus without a note or call from mom. Don’t worry, I am saving this for a free pass when my boys get in a little bus brawl in the future. I am a mother of three boys so it is bound to happen at some point from K-12.
Anyways, it all worked out and now I have two dirty crabby boys to pick up from daycare, get them hosed off and fed. Then mama might be able to sit down and breath. Go ahead, deep breath now, I just did.
Tuesday I had a women in business networking event. I am sure I made a fantastic impression as I got caught in a T-storm so I looked like a soggy rat. Then when I went to give my 30 second introduction as to why these 350 women should do business with me, I hacked up a lung. Perfect. Can someone please tell which hole I can climb in now?
After a busy work day my son’s tee-ball game got cancelled and my husband suggested ice cream. I swear I wanted to cry. In fact, I starting whining so bad about how I did not want ice cream, I just wanted to go home. Then when I changed into yoga attire, all the men in my life gave me the evil guilted eye. Scorned I was but in about 25 minutes I will be laying flat on a yoga mat. Cheers to that.
But who does this? Who denies a hubby and three little boys an ice cream treat so they can bail and go to a yoga class? I did and boy oh boy I am feeling so darn guilty. Really I was and still am. When the zen started kicking in, I thought, what is wrong with me? I should be wanting to spend time with my family and here I am vinyasa-ing in 100 degree room with the post tequila sweats. Shame on me.
Needless to say I was going to run into the boys bedrooms and kiss them all good night as soon as I got home. Yet, instead, I tip toed into the house and made a b-line for the shower. My heart told me to go say goodnight but my mind told me to proceed directly to master bedroom. For the love of my boys, what is going on here? I have to admit though, when I finished the shower and found they were all asleep, I was somewhat relieved.
Later in the week, my son came home with a Progress Report that made absolutely no sense at all. I have seen all his tests and graded papers and they have all been A’s. So what was his teacher talking about when she said he was barely getting a C in reading? Huh? Well, little junior is still coming off his Birthday high and decided school was out for summer and not turning in work. So, I had to spend the next 4 hours playing catch up with him.
Now the only natural thing to do would be to send him to his room, right? Take a few toys away or even dismantle the Xbox controls. Nope, not this mom. I pack the kids in the car with snacks and drinks and head to spin class. I tuck them into the child care center and do an hour spin class. The spin ride was dedicated to mothers and I really started thinking, I have no right to have anything dedicated to me right now. What a selfish mother I am. Yet, it was either spin and work it out in my head or hit a brick wall.
The real kicker recently is when I got one child on the bus and then dropped my other two boys off at daycare. Then while proceeding to my office, I took a u-turn and never made it in to work. I worked out, went grocery shopping, bought mom’s day gifts and now I feel guilty and like the worst mom ever. Chalk that up as a vacation day, I guess.
I wanted to redeem myself. So I decided to wake up at 4:45 a.m. and make Belgian Waffles with a fresh blueberry compote topped with homemade organic whipped cream. After I used half the pantry of ingredients for the batter, I realized I had no more eggs. No worries, oil will do because the tofu was expired. Well let’s just say it was more like Belgian mash than fluffy waffles. Oh well, once the whipped topping is on, nobody will know the difference.
Then while the bacon was frying, I decided to load up the car for the day. The washer cycle was complete so I transferred the towels into the dryer. I was making good progress until I spilled my coffee all over me and the carpet. As I was changing and cleaning the carpet, the kids starting screaming followed by a British accented voice saying, “Fire! Fire!” Oh no, the bacon. I knew water is a no go but what was the other item to throw on a grease fire? Salt, sugar, flour, baking soda and oh never mind. Boys hand mama the baby powder. The kids ending up eating a Cliff bar and I told them to go sit in the garage while I air out the house. You want pop boys, go ahead. What the hell.
When I was making my way into the office from an appointment, I saw the cutest little senior couple enjoying a Gelato. It put everything in perspective. This is what this thing called life is all about. Just then, the sidewalk speaker kicked on and all I heard is, All I need is a Miracle. I couldn’t help but giggle. I really am blessed! Thank you Mike and The Mechanics which reminds me my check brake system light is flashing on my vehicle.
So, after skipping in and out of mom duty this week, I will have you know, I feel refreshed, better and plan on spending the whole weekend with my boys. In fact, I cannot wait to go to the park, roll around on the ground and cuddle with them in bed. Despite all my mom guilt, I think I have only scratched the surface as to how to effectively navigate through chaos. It starts with non-judging, taking time for me and most importantly, rest. It has made me appreciate my life that much more. Yes, I will admit, it is hard to be me sometimes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would recommend taking a mental health day once a quarter. Given what we juggle every day, four times a year to slack off, is what is going to make us better friends, people and parents.
So, I leave you with the quote of the week and wish you all a happy Mother’s Day! That like me, you find some time to feel less guilty and more refreshed. Because deep down inside, the chaos is what keeps us sharp!
“When in doubt, bacon is out and so are eggs for children under the age of one”
Happy Mother’s Day to all and to all a great weekend!