"I need a shirt, I need a shirt, where is a shirt, I need a shirt, a shirt, where are my shirts? I need a shirt, I have a sweater but I don't have a shirt." This continued for about 15 minutes. If you know me then you know I don't do 6 am well. Usually if I see it, it is because I haven't gone to sleep yet.
I know what is next so I don't even try to go back to sleep.
6:30 am - My ex calls to let me know he is on his way to pick up the kids for school. Since I am awake and trying to figure out the bed situation between two kids at two houses, suddenly we need two more beds. Of course when I say we, I really mean me, because I am pretty much on my own here. Had I known WWIII would have occurred I might have pretended to be asleep.
The problem - I have a king size bed I told B that she could use because P was sleeping in the back room and it wasn't big enough for the bed. Of course P, wants the bigger bed and since he had a full size bed at Dad's house he doesn't want a smaller bed. I get that and know that my e still hasn't bought B a new bed so since she has a new bed with me I thought P could get a full size bed at my house.
This started a huge argument because me ex couldn't understand why I needed another bed here. So I gave up and said I would find one on my own, not to worry and let's change the conversation so we don't get into a fight. (I could feel it building up in me.) Then he started yelling at me about money, I overdrew my account (A child figured out a password and things were purchased, and they got into a lot of trouble.) I knew where this was going.
This morning though he went a step too far. He told me that he would not pick up the kids for school in the mornings anymore, forcing me to move them into a new school district mid-year, if I didn't give him my bank card. The only reason I agreed to wait until the summer to file for divorce was to keep the kids in their current school district for the rest of the year. I am going to be the custodial parent so they would have to go to the district that I live in.
To be safe I called the school district I live in now to start the process and get the paperwork filled out. I have documents to get copied and statements to be notarized. And the day is still early it is only 10:30 am at this point now and I am at work teaching.
I love my job, today though was trying. Maybe it was because their music class and lunch were both before noon and the afternoon seemed to go on forever? I was so tired at the end of the day and just wanted to go home. Yikes I almost forgot to pick up the cat from the vets. She was spayed yesterday and luckily the vet was on the way home. I go in to pick up Oreo and I can't find the check. They won't let me pick her up without paying. I have just enough time to go home get a check and come back before they close. Now I am on a mission.
I make good time getting home and turn the last corner of the back way to the house and am greeted
I pull in the driveway and none of the workers run over to me and tell me to get out of the area. They do notice me and seem okay with my presence so I am a bit relieved. Dad is okay and I explain about the check and I have to go back to get Oreo and he understands. Back to the vet's office I go, I go around the construction vehicles to see what is going on. Again they are not concerned by my obvious rubbernecking and watch me as I access the situation.
My street is blocked of from the major intersection one block down on either side of the intersection. So two full blocks are "closed". The major street is double blocked. Two sets of roadblocks are set up a block apart to really make sure the road is closed. Plus the construction vehicles and trucks are placed across the intersection so there is no possible way to go through. Now I am more concerned and I just left my partially blind, partially deaf, father who can't walk well and has dementia home alone just houses away from whatever is happening.
My brother calls and I tell him about it. He calls the police and finds out that it is a water main break. Okay, dad is safe, he might be thirsty but he is safe. Back to the cat. As I got into the car to go back to the vet's office I found the check on the car floor. I had it all along and just didn't see it. I picked up Oreo and it is almost 5 pm. I still have to get Dad to see Mom, make dinner, get the kids oh and my aunt is coming into town tonight and I need to get ready for her.
Finally back home, I notice that Dad is a bit out of sorts. At first I think it is because I have been gone all day and he was grumpy. He yells and tells me that he wants water (ah, water main break. They must have shut the water off and he couldn't get anything to drink.) Then he holds up a cup and asks me what is in it. I look and smell it, it is Coca-Cola. Dad has diabetes and the last thing he needs is a drink filled with sugar (okay it is the last thing I need too, but a girl has to have some vices!) I look and the bottle of pop I bough last night is half gone! I test his blood sugar level and it is high.
He gets extra insulin and doesn't want to visit Mom so I go. I think I will visit for a short time and get home to make Dad dinner and get to work getting ready for my aunt. I was wrong.
Oh no! She has been looking forward to a spaghetti dinner from a local American Legion Post. I forgot all about it and I see that she is disappointed. I feel awful and I ask the dreaded question. "Do you want me to go get it for you now?" She nods and apologize, briefly explain my day so far and meekly walk out of the building. It is 6 pm.
Where Mom is, is not close to where the spaghetti is. However my children are on the way so I swing by and pick them up. I manage to get to the post five minutes before they stop serving the spaghetti and back into the car we go. The kids are thirsty and Burger King is next-door so I order three small drinks. When did small become a large? we could have swum in the amount of beverage we received.
I get on the highway and I think I know how to get back to where Mom is. It is a different route than I usually take, but I just took the route to where I was, how hard could it be to back track. I am familiar with the area and very rarely get lost. Today was one of those times. I didn't really get lost, I just couldn't get to where I needed to be. I knew where I was the whole time.
After ending up on another expressway and back all the way from downtown to the science museum and back again I finally got back to Mom's. We get out of the car, well B and I got out of the car. Somehow I managed to lock P in the minivan. Of course I did, nothing is going right today!
It is almost 8 pm when Mom finally get's her spaghetti dinner. I have to get the kids home, they need to do their homework, I need to get Dad dinner... OMG Dad I forgot about Dad, it is 8 pm and her goes to bed at 8 pm.
Somehow I managed to get home in just fifteen minutes. It is the first thing today that has gone smoothly. Dad is so relieved that we are okay that he isn't upset that we were gone so long. I give him his meds and off to bed he goes. On the way upstairs he asks me to get him some pop tomorrow because the pop we have at home tastes horrible. Of course it did, because he is used to diet and drank my regular, sugar filled pop.
The kids go to bed, Dad is in bed it is 9 pm and I think my day is done. Wrong! My son hurts himself and reacts like someone chopped off his arm. He is screaming, I am yelling and overwhelmed and Dad comes downstairs. It is too loud. Finally he goes back up, P wants to snuggle and he calms down. I had to tickle him to break him out of the doldrums. Sometimes a tickle is the best medicine.
I manage to crawl up to bed around 11:00 pm and my aunt arrives around 11:45 pm. The day is almost over and my body is ready to collapse. My brain however has hamsters running on the wheel and won't stop. It doesn't help that I know my morning and afternoon tomorrow are booked solid.
What does help is that I have a date tomorrow. He is 6'5" and I am 5'1" so it should be interesting. I am doing the online dating thing. I am being safe and meeting him for the first time in a nice public place in the middle of the afternoon. I am nervous, it has been almost 20 years since I dated and I never really dated before my ex. Wish me luck!