Should have gone to the laundromat …
Posted by debaucherysoup
It’s laundry day – and I’m not doing it.
The job I usually do Saturday night isn’t getting done until tonight either. It’s a topsy-turvey weekend.
And now there’s a palpable bad energy in the air that I’m trying to ignore for the sake of salvaging the last few hours of the weekend.
First I was up really early (there’s no such thing as sleeping in on the weekend for me.) After lounging and drinking coffee and being unable to switch the channel from some awful political show – I leaped into action.
Got the Fabuloso out (Love that stuff!) and cleaned, cleaned, cleaned. Scrubbed the kitchen, washed the floor – dusted the living room w/in an inch of it’s life.
Nic got up and we decided we were hungry. Seemed only Burger King would do. Now, during this discussion, as I stood in the kitchen in my pajamas, smelling of cleaning product, the phone rang.
My friend/heart-I-keep-out-of-the-jar man called on his way to the beach. And did I want to facetime when he got there? Yeah I wanted to see the beach, yeah I wanted to talk to him – but I’m standing there in the kitchen and multi-tasking and remembering I’m in my PJ’s with no make-up on and trying to remember if I’ve even brushed my teeth yet.
Facetime offer might as well have been a ‘Hey, I’m in the neighborhood and I’ll be by in 5 minutes.’
Clearly, all the uncertainty came through into my voice and so that didn’t go well.
Nic goes to Burger King. Returns with a burger and onion rings for me – note to self: Don’t eat a sloppy burger propped up on an elbow again.
Now I’m definitely not Facetime material – ketchup slopped on my t-shirt.
It gets better. My son asks if his girlfriend can come over.
Seriously guys, I am not in ‘company’ mode. Not in person, not online – I want the couch. I want to know I have 4 hours of uninterrupted relaxation time and to feel comfortable in my ketchup splattered top!
I said no.
WWIII. Okay, not that bad, but the vibes began.
Then a death was discovered.
Nic’s hermit crab, Atlas, vacated his shell and was stuck in his climbing wall. If Nic wasn’t mourning, I might have had a more vocal reaction to him prying the crab out of that wall with my tongs!
Crab is now buried.
I’ve explained why I don’t want anyone over to my pouting son – and I’m now on the couch completely flipping unable to relax.
Anger/sadness/frustration are SO contagious! I’m trying not to catch them. Which, usually means I make everyone feel better and accept responsibility just so there can be peace.
Really should have gone to the laundromat. Then I would have been dressed for Facetime, Nic’s company could have come over and no one would be pissy.
RIP Atlas … One of us should get to.
About debaucherysoupI've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.
Posted on May 19, 2013, in Motherhood, Uncategorized and tagged grumpy is contagious, motherhood, multi tasking, relaxation time, saying NO, topsy turvey, trying to relax. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.