One of Those Days

I feel I can share this because, well, lets face it.  I was probably out of the running for "Mother of the Year" back in January. 

I overslept this morning.  I use my iPod as my alarm clock, but somehow the volume was turned all the way down and I didn't wake up until four minutes before we were supposed to be outside waiting for the bus to take Luke to school.  Of course, had it been the weekend, at least one of the boys would have already woken me up hours ago.  Panic.  For about half  a second, I considered grabbing Luke out of bed, throwing clothes on him, and dragging him outside, but I quickly realized what a complete disaster that would be.  He does not wake up well, nor does he do well with being that rushed.  We probably both would have been in tears by the time we got outside and we STILL might have missed the bus.

Fine.  Plan B.  Mondays are my turn to get both boys to school.  I usually get up, work out, shower, wake up the boys, get them ready, get Luke on the bus, sign on to my laptop, work from 8-8:30, leave to take Owen to preschool, come home, and work the rest of the day.  Now I had to rush around, get the boys ready, load them both in the car, and set off for Luke's school, which is the complete opposite direction of Owen's school.  Good times.

Of course, since the morning was now complete chaos, all bets were off.  Luke was crying because because I told him if he wasn't going to eat his breakfast right away he needed to get dressed first.  But that isn't his routine.  Owen was crying because he didn't want to leave early.  I refrained from crying, but I really kind of wanted to.  I mean, I didn't even have time to make coffee.

It was pouring down rain and we got stuck behind the same really super-slow driver in a Suburban going and coming.  Thankfully Luke didn't freak out about having to jump out of the car and go in to school by himself, so at least we didn't hold up the drop-off lane.  When we finally made it to Owen's school, I realized I couldn't remember the security code to get in the door.  Argh!  It's not like I am trying to pretend that I have it all together, but I hate being that mom who seems to never have it together.  Thank God some other mother walked in right ahead of me.  Some other mother who knew the code.  Whatever.

With both boys safely at school, I finally got back home to continue working.  Then I saw on my calendar I soon had a conference call with one of the most unpleasant people I've ever had to work with.  You know, the kind of person who thinks he can do everyone else's job better than they can and tells you that repeatedly when you're just trying to get some information from him.  Of course I would have a meeting with him.  It was just that kind of day.


It's actually been that kind of week.  Clearly I began writing this on Monday, but just now got around to finishing and posting it.  Can it be Friday?