Losing my mind. Still have not unpacked from our trip because there is just too much taking priority over it. Sold car, delivered documents to the doctor who butchered Andrew's vasectomy so they can pay his hospital bills, (hopefully), mentally died over and over while trying to physically survive all the kids running around here, and have drowned in undone housework that I can't get caught up on while being followed around all day by 2 needy babies and one very naughty toddler. Lost the hamburger buns that I needed for dinner tonight, then realized that they had been left in the car, along with 18 eggs and a loaf of bread, for 36 hours. Good-bye eggs. I was also told that Cameron was sent on vacation with the wrong homework, so after doing 9 pages of math that he did not understand, (we both had break-downs while fighting through it), he now gets to do the nine pages that should have come before the ones we had and that would have helped him to grasp the torturous concepts of rounding numbers to the nearest thousand. Helps a lot if you start with the worksheets that explain rounding to the nearest ten. But then there's Ethan, who's teacher sent his homework from last week home with him yesterday, so now he also has two weeks worth to complete in one week. I don't know if it's harder on the boys or harder on me, who has to help them through it all without letting all the curse words I've ever heard explode from my mouth in a shocking display of Turrets.
If ever the homework gets done, and we can stop spending 3 hours a day on it, then everything will get back to a normal level of chaos rather than the debilitating level we are at right now. All the kids are now in bed, so I will do the dishes, glare at the suitcases that cannot be unpacked while the kids are sleeping in their rooms, and then watch mindless television in the hope that it will aid me in fending off the urge to light myself on fire and run, screaming through the streets.
And this will be the last time that I complain about feeling overwhelmed.
For at least a week.
3 comments:
If you do decide to run flaming through the streets, make sure you run down this way - I'll be waiting with the video camera.
Oh, Erin... Thanks for making me laugh!
But wait on those eggs! It is a misconception that eggs need to be refrigerated. It wasn't too many years ago that they were just left in the chicken coop or on the counter until needed.
Just sayin'. one less thing?
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