Lifestyles of the Tired & Overwhelmed

So the time has come for my first rant, here on my blog...it's been quite a crazy evening. All day long as i was running errands with kids in tow, (we all know how pleasant that is) i kept positive because i knew i was going to get an hour to myself tonight at the gym, and it was American Idol and Biggest Loser Finale (so excited!). So, naturally an hour before my class, the whole system is breaking down. I have taken Hannah to her dance/theater class thinking that Rhett will pick her up and i can head to the gym. Hannah then informs me that she really wants to go to the kid's room at the gym and is even willing to leave early from dance to go. So instead of dropping her off, going home and getting ready, i get everyone ready ahead of time, drop Hannah off, wait in the car with a book for about, oh, 12 seconds. That's about how long it took for Drew to start screaming his head off for no apparent reason. I spend 40 minutes driving on and off the freeway to help keep him happy, make a mad dash for last minute chicken nuggets for Jackson who all the sudden is "Staaaarving." I grab Hannah, make it to the gym with seconds to spare before my class, toss the kids into the kid's room and head off upstairs. No more than 30 minutes into my workout, a worker from the kid's room comes to get me. One of my kid's has wet their pants. I calculate how long it will take me to bolt down, change Drew's diaper and get back when i hear her say one word that informs me that my workout for the evening is done: "Jackson." yes, my four year old who has not had an accident in public since he was 2 has wet his pants and we must leave the class i had been looking forward to all day, the class i pay extra for, the class i endured screaming baby and drove 15 mintues to get there. But clearly you can see that i'm over it now and not at all bitter.

So now i'm home, making dinner, and i hit the button on my answering machine. The last message was Jackson picking up the phone right as the machine went on so his conversation got recorded. I so wish i could download what i heard but you will have to settle for my transcript.

Jackson: "Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?"
Telemarketer: " Yes, who am i speaking to?"
Jackson: "This is Jackson, what's your name?"
Telemarketer: "Hi Jackson, this is DeShawna."
Jackson: "Oh, ok, hi! Whacha doin?"
DeShawna: "Nothing, what are you doing?"
Jackson: "Talking on the phone."
DeShawna: "Oh i see, is your daddy there?"
Jackson: "No, my daddy is at work."
DeShawna: "Oh he's at work? Well, is your mommy there?"
Jackson:" Yes, but my mommy is sleeping."
(SIDE NOTE: technically i was resting my eyes, but, clearly out of it enough that i had no idea this conversation was taking place.)
DeShawna: "Oh she's sleeping? OK, well, i'll call back later then."
Jackson:" No, wait, wait, wait!"
DeShawna: "Yes?"
Jackson: "um, well, do you have a baby?"
(SIDE NOTE: jackson has been obsessed with babies the last few weeks. Latley he's been informing me that when I was a baby, I was in his tummy.)
DeShawna: "Yes, i have a baby."
Jackson: "What's your baby's name?"
DeShawna: "Jeremey."
Jackson: "Oh, Germy, oh ok. i have a baby too. His name is Drew."
DeShawna: "Oh, well aren't those handsome names, Jackson and Drew."
Jackson: "Well, so, do you want to come over to our house? You can come over."
DeShawna: "You want me to come over? well, not right now."
(Baby crying in the background)
DeShawna: "It sounds like your baby brother is crying. do want to go give him a bottle or something?"
(SIDE NOTE: clearly we understand now that she believes that there is no competent parent around to tend to the baby and is instructing the 4 year old as the only one left to help the crying infant)
Jackson: "Yes, that's my baby, i have to go. Bye!"

a series of buttons being pushed..end call.

I guess the lesson at the end of the day: be they tears of frustration or tears of laughter, your kids can always make you cry. Hope your day was full of happy tears!