Today has been a doozy of a day. James had a rough day at school yesterday (he had previously had a nearly perfect day, so the roller coaster is quite unpredictable), and whenever he has a rough day I hate to leave him there any longer than necessary-- for their benefit and his. We discuss the issue together during the long ride home, and sometimes he is adamant that he was good, other days he confesses his transgressions. Yesterday he confessed. I skipped boot camp in order to have a heart-to-heart with him, and hoping that I would be able to sneak in a run before the kiddos had to get into the bath. Chris was on the phone for 20-30 minutes when I got home, talking work with some associates, so needless to say my plans were pushed to the back burner. "They're on California time." Yeah, and I'm pretty much always on "About To Lose It Time."
This morning I got up at 5:30 to go for a quick jog. I wasn't necessarily running quickly, rather I was going out and back for only the short period of time I have before the rush begins. Today was the last chance to turn in the fundraiser stuff for the kids' school, and I forgot it in the office. So, I had to run by work on my way to their school, only to realize I forgot my checkbook in my "summer" purse. I looked for a Bank of America on my way to their school, but didn't see one, so decided an Advance Financial would have to be able to help me. Unfortunately their system was experiencing a glitch, so I had to go next door to get cash from a gas station, then go back to Advance Financial. After it was all said and done, I was an hour late to work.
James's teacher absolutely rocks. She communicates really well with me, and she is very candid. When I checked in on his progress today, I saw that he had two points taken away-- one for "Unkind Words," and another for "Lunchroom Behavior." His teacher took the liberty to explain.
Suffice it to say, it's just one of those days where I have to throw my hands up and lower my care factor. Sometimes I wonder if the general population of men even have a clue what mothers do. Yes, Chris is juggling electricians, brick layers, plumbers, and inspectors at the house. No doubt his plate is full, and even though I might not know all the details, I do have a pretty good picture of what is going on. But he didn't have to touch the fundraiser (didn't even know it was going on), and I picked out all the outfits for Wacky Week. I also am on the front lines of discipline when James has a rough day. Some day the house will be done. But a mother's work is never done.
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