I had a rough day today. I woke-up after a sleepless night with a body-racking cough. Stumbled downstairs in the dark, only to be faced with Nate’s balled-up white shirt and sock on the counter… a reminder of the dinnertime “ketchup explosion” two nights ago. The new box of cold delivered food never made it into the refrigerator. My calendar reminds me that today and tomorrow are minimum days at school, as are five days the week after next. I’ve lost the flier and missed the deadline that requires 7 x’s and some initials to ensure my children aren’t dumped on the sidewalk at 1pm today. The garbage can hasn’t been rolled to the curb for three weeks. The driveway culvert is overflowing. We’re out of milk and eggs. Nate’s birthday is in eight days and I have no presents and no plan. His friend Eddie’s birthday party is in three days… no present, semblance of a plan. The boys are exhausted from their experimental bedtime coup and the library books are overdue.
My deficiencies smack me in the face and I feel like I’m failing.
Of course, we made it through the day. Some OxiClean, a few desperate tears at Parks and Rec, and now just hoping my nighttime cold medicine kicks-in soon.
As I coughed my guts out on the couch tonight, Jakey held me tight so it wouldn’t hurt so much. At least I got one thing right.