Wednesday morning I quickly open my eyeballs when I hear the sound of the phone ringing. I look at the clock. It is 7 am.
A phone call at 7 am can never be good.
Unfortunately, a long time ago, I dropped one of my cordless phones down the toilet – and never replaced it. Now, when I need to answer the phone downstairs either I have to run for my life or miss it.
I jumped out of bed and ran for my life.
It was my best friend’s mother – who has been quite the bearer of bad news lately. My stomach turned as I reached for the phone.
“Hi, Lady – when are you working this week – I want to meet up with you….”
I breathed a sigh of relief. A work-related question is manageable. Not ideal at the crack of dawn – but ok.
The kids came meandering into the kitchen (a full half-hour before their alarms were set to go off) and I started their breakfast while I made small-talk with BF’s mom.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
It was now 7:15.
I hung up abruptly and started to go towards the door, with my kids on my heels. They were yelling that they wanted to answer the door – while my mind raced through all the possible scenarios that could go down when I answered the door.
I yelled “I will answer it!!” as I approached the door – and as a final act of desperation – my son grabbed the back of my tank-top to try to pull me back away from the doorknob. The straps of my shirt went askew and my boobs started to pop out. I grabbed my boobs and looked up at the semi-circle of glass at the top of the door to see …..my brother!!!
I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.
He was dropping something off before work. It was now 7:20 am.
The day progressed. I had plans to meet for a playdate at a park with a preschool friend of Sam’s, and then hit the grocery store and then be back to grab Michael off of the bus by 2:00.
It was a nice day – so park time went a little longer than planned and then I raced to the store, (which was Stew Leonard’s so it wasn’t very easy to do.) I grabbed a piece of pizza for Sam to eat in the car on the way home and made it home with 20 minutes to spare. I shoved some cold cuts in my mouth and put the groceries away.
I was about to go pick up Michael from the bus and bring him directly to CCD when the phone rang. It was the nurse calling to say that Michael had been in a scuffle during recess that caused him to hit his head on the ground and resulting in a huge egg on his temple.
As I spoke to her I opened my email quickly, I had 5 minutes until the bus would arrive.
This is what I saw:
FROM: FIRST GRADE TEACHER (9:30 am)
RE: MICHAEL’S SHOES
Hi Mrs. Gaga,
The teacher had decided against the duct tape for some reason – so Michael just walked around with a huge airplane wing hanging off the side of this shoe.
I have never been so mortified. His teacher must think I am insane, but I swear the shoes were normal when he left in the morning…..
I must master this whole working while simultaneously caring for others thing…..It’s really not as easy as it looks…..
PLEASE CLICK THE BANNER BELOW TO VOTE FOR ME….WHAT? I WENT BACK TO NORDSTROM AND GOT THE KID SOME NEW SHOES……JUST CLICK IT……XO, LADY GOO GOO GAGA