It's 8:45 and Youngest still hasn't finished (or started) his math homework.
Oldest is in his room having conversations with the imaginary people in his headset as he builds and destroys fictional worlds.
Tony is asleep, undoubtedly from malnutrition since he's been starving (eye roll) himself all day in preparation for his colonoscopy tomorrow. I will be driving him, which means I will be up at the butt crack of dawn attempting to get everything squared away so that the morning chaos goes smoothly.
Even as I type this I realize what a futile effort that is, but it's what I do.
While he is under, I have my list of errands to run while we are in the area of his doctor's office. All of them scout related.... phone calls for the Christmas Tree fundraiser delivery, checking on permits for our spring camp out, sending out emails for Youth Protection certificates so we can renew the charter. I will then spend a few hours after he is home training and processing advancements.
This is my day off people.
Boy Scouts and my husband's colon care management.
I can see how people burn out.
I have found myself on multiple occasions sitting outside in the car, listening to the radio, not wanting to stay outside, but yet not able to bring myself to go inside.
Oddly, I have the same issue at work. I have capped out on my salary level, which means until January I will be doing more work than the PO will pay me for, at a holiday volume level. Sure, it's nothing I haven't done year after year, but for the love of Newman... I'm tired.
For the first time in what seems like forever I don't have any of the Christmas shopping done. None. My mother and I usually knock it all out in October but since the addition of her new puppy our shopping dates are few and far between. And by that, I mean non existent.
The roofer still hasn't shown up. We called another, he came by yesterday to check it out and is seeing where he can fit us in. Fingers crossed he shows because the leak up there isn't getting any better.
The dishwasher is getting worse by the day. I may binge and just buy one tomorrow since my husband will likely be laid out on the couch and his truck will be up for grabs. But then I'd have to find the time to do that... between all the volunteer stuff, calling the doctor for the follow up with the neurologist (my hands), and attempting to make the house not resemble a frat house.
Some days, I really don't want to be an adult.
And if Canada wasn't so cold, I'd be heading for the border.
My dishwasher comes and goes on a whim, and it's not my whim. The pump has gone out twice. It might be broken again. I'd be surprised if Tony is starving (though that's silly because he's the male of the species). When I had my colonoscopy I felt like shit--pun intended--and wasn't at all hungry till the procedure was over. Then I told Willy Dunne Wooters to take me straight to the neighborhood diner for eggs, bacon, and french toast. I'm way behind on Christmas shopping, too. Some of it might not happen this year because I can't afford it. Whoopee!
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Janie
Head south; Arizona could be a bit warmer as the winter progresses. I think its been a tough year for you and yours and you need a break with something; hopefully things will start coming together with the roof, dishwasher, your health, etc. Think of something fun you might just want to do for yourself even if something doesn't get done around the house or for someone else and then go and do it. It could be good for your mental health and peace of mind.
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Colonoscopy...."butt crack" of dawn.
ReplyDeleteI saw what you did there.
Nicely done.
I've tried to start my shopping - but my imagination has dried up and I can't seem to think of any gift ideas. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteI hate adult-ing too. Let's run away to somewhere tropical! I think we both deserve to sit on a beach and have adult beverages.
I don't know how you do it, and frankly I'm not sure why. I mean, I get the "somebody's gotta do it" thing, but some of those things don't HAVE to be you.
ReplyDeleteI once had a talk with a frustrated Pastor that was complaining about all the things he had to do. I said, "you have deacons and elders and committees, let them do it." "But if I don't do it myself it doesn't get done," he protested. "Thats because they know YOU will do it," I told him. "Tell them they do it or it don't get done." Delegation is a wonderful thing... it just takes some people time to realize what being delegated to means.
Being an adult and doing adult things like paying bills and caring for children and husbands can suck at times, I like sitting in a car to wait if I have a book which I usually do as I keep a book in the car
ReplyDeleteThat's my issue with adulthood and why I don't embrace it. :)
ReplyDeleteJoke aside, i know what you mean, especially when having a full time job means doing everything else in your life during days off or vacation.
I hope all is well with you and yours.
Stupid Google is giving me hell about signing in, ever since the kids had to get Google School accounts. Third try....
ReplyDeleteHope Tony is recovered and back to eating food. And on the topic of adult-ing, I bought a tee at Hot Topic for my oldest. It says "I don't want to adult today."
I feel you, and may (am totally going to ) steal it from her.
I can so relate to this! Some days, most in fact, I don't want to be an adult either!!!
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