Sunday, October 26, 2008

Way too much to do and a complaint or two. (Hey, this rhymes.)

Do my days ever end? No. That's the only answer I have. I wake up every day at 5:30 and on weekends, 6. Yeah, seriously 6. No reason, just get up. I leave my house at 6:30 Monday through Thursday and come home around 4 just to leave again at 5:30 for cheerleading practice. Thank god only 2 more practice days and a competition left. Then I come home, cook, clean, do laundry if possible, get kids bathed, shower myself, *(if I remember to) and then study until 1 maybe 2 am. Yep, then I'm up yet again at 5:30. Well, the alarm goes off at 5:15 and I finally haul my ass out of bed at 5:30.

So tonight I get a call from the girl that takes Taren to school every day and they tell me she can't do it tomorrow. Ok, no biggie, I'll call grandma. Grandma says drop her off in the morning and she'll do it. Great! I say to my dear husband, can you just drop the girls off at grandma's, she is on your way. He yells that he'll have to leave the house at 6:30 just to do that and he usually leaves at 6:45 to be at work by 7:30. Really? Um, when you take Nathan to your mother you don't usually leave the house until 6:45. Weird that you can't drop them off to my family member but what ever! (Sorry, I'm sure I'm rambling.)

I'm so tired. I work so hard in every aspect that I'm doing. Cheerleading coach, student, mom, wife, maid........the list goes on. Why, oh why can't you do one simple drop off!!! The thing is, dropping the girls off there is more on the way then dropping Nathan off at your mother's! Guess what he tells me to do. He has the nerve to tell me to get up 15 minutes earlier so I can be out of the house 15 minutes earlier. UGH, the nerve! I'm sorry all you have to do is get up at 6:30, eat your crappy breakfast and go to work. I know how hard it is to come home after a long day of working, sit down to a cold beer and put my feet up. Trust me, I know.
What's my problem? Yes, my husband works hard. Yes, we have a roof over our heads and food in our mouths. Yes, I love him unconditionally. Yes, I do appreciate every single thing he does for us. Yes, I'm tired of telling him how tired I am and maybe one day he'll see this and actually pitch in.

Why should I be the one to get 15 minutes less sleep time? Why can't he just get up and take the kids somewhere instead of me doing 2 drop offs? I do two drop offs two days a week. Nathan goes to one place on Monday and Wednesday and Taren and Kyla go to another. On Tuesday and Thursday Nathan goes to his mother's and he takes him. On Monday and Wednesday I'm constantly late for school. I hate being late anywhere and if you know me, then you know how anal I am about being late for stuff.

Maybe when I fall asleep at the wheel he'll figure it all out.

So, the holidays are coming up. Yeah, I'm a huge holiday lover. Not so much this year. We usually spoil our kids for Christmas. Soooo not going to happen this year. I'm not going to be all " woe is me". I know everyone feels the pinch. It just hurts that I can't do what I always do for them. Just sucks bad. I'm pretty sure Tim and I will just save the money and not get each other anything. It just sucks. I hate being broke!

That's all for now folks. Here are a few pics of the kids for you to enjoy.


Brooke said...

I cannot imagine doing everything you do. You are a wonderful mother, wife and coach.

kccat said...

You are sooooooo allowed to vent and complain considering the circumstances. Just remind yourself you are doing what you are doing to better yourself and your family in the end. Keep your chin up.

Annegirrl said...

I had a very small taste of what you go through this weekend. I won't vent all over you about it here, but I know exactly where you are coming from. Vent away!