Holy S***Storm Batman!!!
And the title pretty well says it all right there. It's been a few weeks of spiraling down into a rather dark hole of depression and frustration. Mother's day was just the icing on this crap cake.
For starters, Josh's job decided that changing the schedule to fit the lazy, complaining, and useless drivers while punishing him for being the best driver on the run was a good idea. (I might be a tad angry with his superior and said superior's cohort. Which basically means, I'm biting my tongue and not ripping them both a new one for the most idiotic plan with so many holes a toddler could sink it in a water bowl the size of a pea. Just saying.) This meant he was gone for 6 days including Mother's day, home for 15 hours, and back on the d*** truck again. Props to the owner of the company though for jumping on a truck so Josh and his co-driver could get a couple days off to reset. Maybe he can help get things sorted and back on track from the rapidly sinking s*** show it's been lately. Oh and props to the lady head dispatcher. She's been a sweetheart. While he has to get back on the truck later tonight and we have no idea when he will be home again, we will survive until such time as his superior pulls his head out of the sand....or I go potentially nuts and call the owner myself...again. Yeah, I'll admit it. I did that. To be fair I didn't realize it was the owner when he picked up the phone (not that I would have changed a thing about what or how I said anything, but it would have been nice to know. Oh well.)
The kids and I have been losing our minds at and with each other. Don't get me wrong there have been good moments too. Heck, even halfway decent days, but up until midweek last week it has been a whole boat load of crazy. The house looked like a tornado married a hurricane and then they had a baby hurrinado that went batcrap nuts on it's uncle tsunami. It was bad. Imagine if you will the upstairs floor littered with itty bitty pieces of shredded cardboard and baby wipes. My daughter's room you can barely see the floor, and my son's room with toys strewn about everywhere. Best part about all this is the fact that it happened literally overnight. I had taken 3 hours to deep clean Sam's room and made sure to clean every crevice and nook. The next morning I awake to discover she had shredded one of her toys into tiny pieces. Lord have mercy! I wanted to scream bloody murder! Things rapidly went downhill from there. Those itty bitty pieces of cardboard can travel vast miles with little more than a poof of air...or the bottom of a foot. Next thing I knew my house was now littered with those wretched little things. They found their way into my clothes, my shoes, even my stuck to my panties. Seriously! HOW?!?!?! That's what I want to know. Anyways, eventually we got most of them up. Unfortunately they keep popping up. It's like they are breeding or something. Someday we shall be free of them, someday.
All of this crazy had me rapidly spiraling into a dark place. One that could have been really bad. And then my mom reminded me what it's like to be loved on. My parents stopped by for the night and the next morning I was explaining how so often I feel frustrated and that I can't even go for a simple cup of coffee to get a break without taking the kids. My dear sweet babysitter is moving for the summer and taking on an internship until fall. I was feeling like nothing more than mom, maid, chef, and crazy person. She looked at my dad and said "Hey honey, take the kids because I'm taking her out for coffee." To which my dad promptly replied "where's the nearest park?" Mom then dragged me out the door as fast as she possibly could. And that kicked started my journey back to the land of the living. It hasn't always been easy but I have to remember that I don't want to go back into that dark hole. I want to remain living and not just surviving, but thriving. So that's what I've been doing. Living, breathing, and finding the good in everyday no matter how hard that is. What about you? How are you living?
For starters, Josh's job decided that changing the schedule to fit the lazy, complaining, and useless drivers while punishing him for being the best driver on the run was a good idea. (I might be a tad angry with his superior and said superior's cohort. Which basically means, I'm biting my tongue and not ripping them both a new one for the most idiotic plan with so many holes a toddler could sink it in a water bowl the size of a pea. Just saying.) This meant he was gone for 6 days including Mother's day, home for 15 hours, and back on the d*** truck again. Props to the owner of the company though for jumping on a truck so Josh and his co-driver could get a couple days off to reset. Maybe he can help get things sorted and back on track from the rapidly sinking s*** show it's been lately. Oh and props to the lady head dispatcher. She's been a sweetheart. While he has to get back on the truck later tonight and we have no idea when he will be home again, we will survive until such time as his superior pulls his head out of the sand....or I go potentially nuts and call the owner myself...again. Yeah, I'll admit it. I did that. To be fair I didn't realize it was the owner when he picked up the phone (not that I would have changed a thing about what or how I said anything, but it would have been nice to know. Oh well.)
The kids and I have been losing our minds at and with each other. Don't get me wrong there have been good moments too. Heck, even halfway decent days, but up until midweek last week it has been a whole boat load of crazy. The house looked like a tornado married a hurricane and then they had a baby hurrinado that went batcrap nuts on it's uncle tsunami. It was bad. Imagine if you will the upstairs floor littered with itty bitty pieces of shredded cardboard and baby wipes. My daughter's room you can barely see the floor, and my son's room with toys strewn about everywhere. Best part about all this is the fact that it happened literally overnight. I had taken 3 hours to deep clean Sam's room and made sure to clean every crevice and nook. The next morning I awake to discover she had shredded one of her toys into tiny pieces. Lord have mercy! I wanted to scream bloody murder! Things rapidly went downhill from there. Those itty bitty pieces of cardboard can travel vast miles with little more than a poof of air...or the bottom of a foot. Next thing I knew my house was now littered with those wretched little things. They found their way into my clothes, my shoes, even my stuck to my panties. Seriously! HOW?!?!?! That's what I want to know. Anyways, eventually we got most of them up. Unfortunately they keep popping up. It's like they are breeding or something. Someday we shall be free of them, someday.
All of this crazy had me rapidly spiraling into a dark place. One that could have been really bad. And then my mom reminded me what it's like to be loved on. My parents stopped by for the night and the next morning I was explaining how so often I feel frustrated and that I can't even go for a simple cup of coffee to get a break without taking the kids. My dear sweet babysitter is moving for the summer and taking on an internship until fall. I was feeling like nothing more than mom, maid, chef, and crazy person. She looked at my dad and said "Hey honey, take the kids because I'm taking her out for coffee." To which my dad promptly replied "where's the nearest park?" Mom then dragged me out the door as fast as she possibly could. And that kicked started my journey back to the land of the living. It hasn't always been easy but I have to remember that I don't want to go back into that dark hole. I want to remain living and not just surviving, but thriving. So that's what I've been doing. Living, breathing, and finding the good in everyday no matter how hard that is. What about you? How are you living?
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