I forgot to get my keys from Liz so I could pick up Charlotte. I called the school - bad move. They are, apparently, tied to the front desk and unable to help in any way. Whatev. Liz got Char home for me. I had to get them all to Claire's dance class. Too bad I'd parked my new washer right behind my car. Moved it (with great effort to not damage it). Put in the car seats, and then I saw Charlotte shove Claire over the seat onto her head. I dang near lost it. Gabe was already screaming b/c he was being caged into his carseat. Claire, with a scrape by her eye, was screaming with good reason. And Charlotte was now screaming due to the fact that I had just informed her she was grounded from the computer for a week. "Yes, a whole week. That's seven days. That is Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. That means you won't use the computer until it's Monday again." It was an ear-piercing conversation.
I hate being responsible. Mostly cuz I'm not. I hate hating my house, but, well, I do. I hate trying to change it b/c I'm lazy and monetarily challenged. I HATE payday b/c that means I have to address money. Too bad I didn't spend Thanksgiving listing things I'm thankful for - I could read the list right now. Well, I'll have to make do with the short, petty list:
I'm thankful that...
My show comes on tomorrow
It's not a rerun
I have a book to read tonight
I know - pathetic.
Here's a picture of me in my current situation. I took it quick w/o changing my facial expression so that you can get the full effect:
Yeah, I know. Thrilled. Note the crooked nose, circles under the eyes, whatever those folds are developing around the corners of my mouth, and the outfit. I really should start doing something about that. I just moved my face and it felt frozen which means I've been staring at my kids like this for hours. Poor little guys - I look like I'm about to shove 'em down and keep walking.
Well, this is me better than before, but it is still me, so I guess I can't expect much better. Still, though, it's nice to be back.
4 comments:
I'll tell you what, you don't have the ability to take a bad picture. You look good in every picture you take. I have the opposite problem. If I'm actually walking around looking like what I see in pictures somebody's going to die.
Those things you talked about would make anyone frustrated, not just "someone like you". The other day, as I was trying to "budget" I took 2 hours at the grocery store with 2 kids in tow, trying to spend my money wisely. I had planned a menu (something I hate) listed out all the ingredients and tried to buy the cheapest version of most of them. After 2 hours I got to the checkout, loaded all my crap onto the belt, and then realized I had left my wallet. I almost put my finger under my shirt and faked a hold-up so I could get out of the store with those dang groceries. I comforted myself with a Whataburger meal. Super sized. And I wonder why I'm 215 pounds.
ps. this is the longest comment ever.
Jennifer -- you're so cute in a hat!!!!!
I'm with Sarah -- if I actually look like what I look like in picture then I'm fugly and possibly inbread.
Sarah -- your grocery story made me actually laugh out loud! Seriously. I've SO done that... but it never crossed my mind to try and "hold up" the restaurant. Seriously funny. It crossed my mind to just walk out without the groceries being bagged and then, if caught, pretend I'd had a stroke or something.
Oh -- and I'm depressed today... so I'm making a pie... and I'm going to eat at least half of it. And I won't feel better after doing it.... but the pie will taste good.
Jen you look beautiful as always. Sarah is absolutely right. A bad day like that would make me throw up my hands and forget it. I would have probably ended up laying on the couch in a vegetative state for a while trying to recover.
Okay, you're not making me want to have any more kids, Jen... This is bad. I can't manage one kid without complaining all the time. I read your blog and see what an AMAZING job you do with them and I think there's no hope for me! Thanks for your advice. Play pens and kiddie gates, here I come!
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