when I just want to crawl back into bed and try for a do-over. I'm not much of a morning person anymore. I can't say when that changed but currently I enjoy sleeping (or half sleeping while listening to the kids play) until the last possible second. Once I get up it's kind of race to get everything done in time but I do, most of the time, barring unforeseen circumstances, like today.
I didn't want to get up this morning but the dog had other ideas even before the alarm. So I got up with her and dozed on the couch for a bit more. Sadie was up, showered, dressed and ready to head out the door when she got a text that her ride to work was out sick. Ugh. I was stuck figuring out when I was going to get Sadie to work. I had to get A to school, Ri to speech and then counseling, there wasn't much wiggle room. That little bit of stress was enough to set me on edge so I got up and hit the shower. I had Sadie wake the boys (of course they want to sleep in on a school day) so they could start getting ready. Apparently the dog got in their room and in her puppy exuberance over seeing them she scratched Ri's arm pretty bad. Post shower I got to play nurse maid to Ri and convince him he was not dying......cue the moaning from A who insists that HE is dying, is exhausted and cannot get up because he will fall right back down he's so tired. After several minutes consoling A and checking his temp (nope, no fever) he was on his way to getting ready for school. Everything was falling into place, we were all ready early, I was feeling better about the day and then the toilet overflowed, A LOT. A, also known as Captain Obvious, stood in the bathroom watching it happen and said simply "there's water coming from the toilet." 3,000 towels, 2 inches of standing toilet water, a waterfall down the stairs to the kitchen and a frantic call from the landladies because they have water coming from the ceiling later....I'm a wreck. My nerves are shot, my patience gone and the tears spring to my eyes at the mere mention of another 12 hours in my day. All this and I hadn't even left the house yet. I sopped up all the water and threw the wet towels into the bathtub and managed to get A to school on time, Ri to speech a few mins. late and Sadie to work. What I really wanted to do was hop in my car and drive.....just drive until I ended up somewhere far from home, far from toilet water soaked towels and a floor needing to be bleached.
I keep trying to get in a better frame of mind but frankly it's not working. Thinking positively only gets me so far. Somehow every time I have to load the washer with more nasty towels my positivity fades. There's always tomorrow right?
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