Too much to ask

Sometimes you can have a frustrating day without anything legitimately frustrating happen.

I usually try to get whatever lame thing I'm writing for Parenting out of the way on Tuesday night. I send it in Wednesday morning and they post it on Thursday. If I wait till Wednesday it's often too late, because I'm working on East Coast time and I don't have time to write anything in the morning. But this week I totally spaced, which meant I'm scrambling for topics in the shower this morning. Which is a Wednesday, if you are keeping track.

I thought I'd try to hammer it out during lunch time. I turned on Sesame Street to increase my odds, but then Jack wouldn't eat and Molly wouldn't sleep and MY GOD GIVE ME A FREAKING BREAK.

Jack will take bites of sandwiches now, but often only if I hold the sandwich for him (I guess that biting and tearing away is SO much work, how can he possibly hold his OWN SANDWICH?). And Molly falls asleep great in my arms, but wakes up the second I put her down in the pack 'n play. I'd get to write a sentence here and there, but then I'd have to pick up Molly or make sure Jack was actually eating and by the time I got them settled again I'd forget what I was writing.

And the whole time Phillip is downstairs, working from home, not responsible for the kids and not available to bail me out. Oh YES I was irritated with the Unfairness.

I mean, it's not a big deal. I finished it. It's a little late in the day, but everyone will live. I put Jack down for his nap and asked Phillip if he could hold Molly while he ate lunch and YES it's all FINE. But when Jack started yelling from his crib 45 minutes after I put him down (and I'm going to assume he never fell asleep in the first place) I literally banged my head against the wall.

"Do you want me to go get him!? Do you want me to try and put him to sleep?! What do you want?!" asked the husband who thinks I'm mad at him and not just MAD AT EVERYTHING.

My in-laws have been coming over every afternoon and I've been trying to take advantage of this time for things like cleaning out the closets and laundry and grocery shopping and other mom things. But today I think I'm going to take myself out for a coffee and maybe a stroll around Target and, if I'm feeling really wild, some shopping downtown and drinks after work with my husband. The gin is calling my name, but people, it's one in the afternoon. My day hasn't been THAT frustrating.

Comments

[Jen]

Target, I love Target. Go there. I've had days like that and I don't even have kids yet.

[Elizabeth]

The other parent working from home while you're taking care of the kids = TOTAL TORTURE.
Also, the gin calls my name all day long. I find myself thinking "a glass of wine sounds really good about now" at about 11 am.
I hope you have a fun gin filled evening, for certain.

[Wickedly Scarlett]

You totally earned a Target break! And I'm thinking I should give gin another chance. The last time I tried it, I compared it to Pine Sol, but it was also a $11 bottle, so... you know... maybe I should go a little more top shelf next time?

[el-e-e]

It's interesting you bring up the gin. It seems that I've been thinking "I should drink some wine," more often, with the two kids. I haven't given in more than a couple times, and always after bedtime, but I wonder if THINKING IT is common?

[Pippi]

I think the days with nothing to be frustrated about are the most frustrating of all. At least if you have something to be frustrated about you feel kind of justified and like you might be able to do something about it. I think you should get that gin.