Monday Morning Mayhem

Mon Oct 21, 2013

Wonderful weekend. Took kids Halloween costume shopping, was really fun. Went to fun factory. Made Play dough with Kool Aid.  Went to library and returned books (on time!). Felt like very good parent. Ordered book order for Payton (though not sure star projector constitutes “book” but irrelevant) Very capable and fun mother. Minor incident with oven starting on fire while cooking wholesome dinner for kids (OK- was frozen pizza but still.)

Was in happy mood, especially in light of fact that cancer scare turned out to be pork chop. Had sore on gums that was very irritated feeling. Looked at it in mirror and became convinced was cancer. Whitish mass like lesion protruding from gum line. Bleeds when picked at. Hurts to eat. Finally came dislodged and realized that it was pork chop piece, not cancer! Good news!

And then came Monday morning.

A blurred rush of scrambling around, trying to find socks that match, eventually giving up and trying to convince kids that mismatched socks are fun! Out of milk. Out of bread. Maybe should have spent more time on the weekend getting provisions instead of dancing around in costume store wearing funny sunglasses. Try to convince kids that cheese and apples is very acceptable breakfast. Made it to school on time (barely) although Alex upset because he was hoping to have to go to the office to get a “late scrip” (no idea). Rip off his jacket and leave him standing in hallway, looking miserable. Don’t feel bad for him as is his fault for refusing to get out of bed promptly. Must be firm. Funloving weekend mother is gone.

Five minutes later, feel heart wrenching bad for him. Sick feeling on way to work. Fight urge to turn around and scoop him from school in a giant hug and stay at home with him all day wearing pyjamas and watching Scooby Doo. Think about his sad little face and feel terrible. Am terrible mother.