....If you can't finish that title song, you're younger than me. So good for you.

As for my 39 year old self, who seems to be getting older by the day but attempting to think positive, I feel a bit waylaid today. (And not the way laid definition of my Good Housekeeping writing, to be clear.) 

I'm tired. I'm feeling guilty about missing a writing group that I thought was tomorrow but is today and I simply can't get it together after my kids' bootcamp swim lessons that we get to by the skin of our teeth.

I feel bad for getting my daughter to a farm themed party late on Saturday because I got lost. Not that Pip needs an animal themed fiesta since she already lives in a zoo.

I seem to always forget to read those papers that come home from kindergarten and preschool, then wonder why my kids are the only ones in Luau gear when there wasn't really a luau but instead a meeting FOR the luau.

Which of course I don't attend because, well, I guess I don't care about my kids as much as I care about my own selfish need to write scripts and blogs and Ebay and teach classes and walk with Rex at lunch and pretend that I'm really this Super Mom who is balancing it all so well until twenty years from now I run late for Pip's bridal dress fitting for a wedding which I can GUARANTEE IS NOT LUAU OR FARM THEMED and she reminds me, "Yeah, Mom, some things never change. Remember when I almost missed that hay ride at Nathan's party because you do too much?"

And so, now that Weebly isn't posting my blogs 1000 times causing me to take an hour out of my life to delete them one by painful one when I should be applying for Mother of the Year by making lunches in advance, I'm going to collapse on our forty dollar thrift store! die sofa! die! couch with my husband and try to apply what I've learned from "Camp Cognitie Thinking" by saving the distorted thoughts for the animated characters I am writing as opposed to my rambling brain.

You know, the characters that I would never turn into the producer late because I'm too busy getting my kids late to school? Yeah, those ones.

Happy Wednesday.





 


Comments

LT

Wed, 27 May 2009 20:49:15

There's be days like this my momma said.
Hi! I followed you over from MomFo. I am sorry I never commented there, but I read from work and just never got the chance. Now I follow from home!

I just wanted to say, take a deep breath because tommorow will be a better day. You are a great mom, I have read alot of your posts and it just shines through!

 

steph

Wed, 27 May 2009 20:50:04

Take a deeeeeep breath now. And pass the wine. Cheers! Hugs to you - you are wonderful!

I'm glad you cleared up that multi-posting thing, though. I thought it was a subliminal message suggesting Pip got you squat for Mother's Day.

 

Daria

Wed, 27 May 2009 21:12:25

If it's any consolation, you write the funniest when you are stressed out and crazy busy. You had me laughing out loud at this one. Oh wait, that's mean of me, isn't it? Am not laughing at you, but with you. xoxo

 

His Girl Amber

Wed, 27 May 2009 21:16:10

yah. me too. my kids will tell a very similar story.

thanks for making me giggle about it.

 

meno

Wed, 27 May 2009 21:47:30

mama told me not to come. She said, "That ain't the way that i found love.

A guilty mom is the best kind.

 

flutter

Wed, 27 May 2009 21:58:30

even when you are stressed, you have your shit more together than I do ;p

 

Arwen

Thu, 28 May 2009 02:02:38

Ah, one of THOSE days. Yeah.

Maybe a jungle themed wedding instead?

 

Sprite's Keeper

Thu, 28 May 2009 06:03:11

I was wondering why your site had gone wonky.
Yup, got those days too. I never paid for them, but I;m somehow subscribed..

 

Just Jiff

Thu, 28 May 2009 06:31:16

I know the song and I am younger than you, although not by much. lol.

And I know those days and I only have ONE kid. I do have a husband who works full time and goes to school full time in the evenings ...and a stepson who comes over every now and then. So when I leave work, get my daughter from daycare, then entertain her, feed, bathe, etc her until bed time, I wonder where the day has gone.

I vote we extend the day by just a couple of hours so we get it all done and then we can get a full 8-10 hours of sleep a night. Woo hoo!

 

Stacey

Thu, 28 May 2009 08:35:19

I have always believed that a guilty conscience is a sign of a really good mother, so you're doing great!!! Maybe Pip will let you off the hook and just elope… or join a convent.

And you know how the song ends, right? "Hey, don't you worry. Mama said, mama said, Hey, don't you worry now. " (If we're talking about the same song, that is :-)).

 

Deb

Thu, 28 May 2009 11:50:48

Aww....I chuckled as I read this, only because I feel like that frequently. In fact, I'm so neurotic about it that I keep myself awake at night wondering if my kids will hate me when they are older because I didn't spend every waking moment being with them, thinking about them, planning for them, and basically existing for them. And, as I tell my kids a lie so that I don't have to go upstairs and lay with them and watch Hannah Montana for the tenth night in a row, I just tell myself that I'll pay another year of therapy for my girls to avoid the dreaded Disney Channel and have some alone time. Our " fund for future therapy because we screwed up our kids and feel obligated to provide them some sort of help" would probably PAY for a trip to Disney at this point.

Mommies are human too and it's probably best they see that now before they become parents themselves. Hang in there....this too shall pass.

Eat some chocolate and have a cocktail! xoxo ;)

 

phd in yogurtry

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 22:09:22

you're my kinda mom. half the time it takes me a full five minutes to remember my kids' teacher's name. I am not kidding.

 



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