And what a day it’s been. Winding down my birthday week celebrations (good score this year) and am showing my 43 years in that I am so tired from being out two nights in a row that it is bordering on pathetic. (Okay, it crossed the border and is pathetic, but, shut up) I am puffy, cranky and generally snarky. Probably explains the rant against my 6 year old who was not being any more annoying than normal but got an earful from me. His words while greeting the crossing guard this morning? “My mom’s having a meltdown. Again.” Aren’t they darling? So, I brought him into the kindergarten wing, warned his teacher with words of full disclosure and hit the road in search of an iced coffee done correctly. I failed, despite having the gal behind the counter try to attain the perfect ratio of milk to coffee three times. Things have been on a steady decline ever since.
My plan from here is to complete the work on my desk, head to my therapist, take a long walk in preparation for the upcoming Avon Walk for Breast Cancer, shower and then head off to a massage. All sounds good. Why am I so tired just thinking about it? And when am I going to find time to watch the “American Idol” waiting on the DVR?
Hopefully all my boys: Rich the husband, 44, Harrison, the eldest, 13 and Georgie, the little guy, 6 are having good days and I can go about my afternoon without being summonsed in any way, shape or form.
I am 43 and am hoping I have enough energy left for the remaining parenting that awaits me. My respect for my parents grows daily.
Lydia!! said
Ohmigosh Julie, this is my new home page I swear to God. If you come to my house you will see it. Love ya!!
xoxo
Harrison said
Uhh since wen have u had tis and y didnt u tell me???
julieross said
Lydia – I hope I don’t disappoint
Harrison – there are lots of things I do that you don’t know about!
Marcia said
This is awesome! Though H’s comment was particularly amusing — watch out, buddy — mom’s a blogging and everyone is fair game! Just in case you needed yet another reason to be extra nice to your mom!
Keep em coming…XXOO
julieross said
Yeah…listen to Marcia. She is the smartest friend ever.
Estelle Cassidy said
I never thought that you would amount to anything.
I hate when I am right!
Miss C
julieross said
Gee, that isn’t very nice…
jelizabeth said
Who is this “Estelle Cassidy” ?!!
Oh, shoot, there goes my blood — it’s boiling again.
julieross said
Estelle Cassidy was the name of my 2nd grade teacher – the one whose behavior prompted my parents to pull me out of public school. She was used to pull my hair. I suspect it was one of my brothers, but they are never mean to me, so I may have to go self medicate to get over it.
I *need* to know about this boiling blood issue!!