For years clouded by love and affection I would have told you I lived the fairy tale life. These past few days I am getting a whooping from the reality stick. I will be more than happy to share this stick with the next person that needs its. I will share with you now the stick exhibits.
Exhibit One Becoming ill~ Tuesday thru Friday I took care of the ever whining husband who insisted he was dying because he had a cold. Ok I get it men are wimps. Really that was enough to keep you home all week. Pathetic. I have had a hysterectomy and came home and cared for two children when released. Suck it up dude. Friday I awake head completely congested, sounding like Kermit the frog took up residence in my throat. To hear you must drive 35 minutes to my job and get my pay check. I grumble about needing coffee and not feeling well. I throw on my sweats and an over side tee. I walk back to the living room dragging butt to hear “Your going to my work like that?” Well yes sunshine I am be thankful I brushed my teeth and pulled back my hair. Off I go.
Exhibit 2 returning home~ I hear the baby screaming that he is starving and needs lunch. Dude you couldn’t make a PB & J? I feed the baby and take down chicken for dinner. I then go to curl up on the couch to hear him in the kitchen mumbling he cant make hot water. Me snickering under my blanket. He then turns to me and asks how he is going to make hot water. Dude you hear that dishwasher running open it and catch the drops. I get up all huffy and grab the measuring cup. I put some water, place it in the microwave and hit the 5 button. Just like magic you have hot water. While ever so quickly feeling worse and feverish I whip up chicken soup. Complaints. I go to bed.
Exhibit 3 Saturday~ he announces he is going back to work. Are you kidding me? I am pretty sure that train derailed the night before and hit me. I am crying just trying to get up to go pee. Out the door he tramps. Did this really happen. I call him and ask him if he was serious. His reply as a heart attack. I hang up and refuse calls all day. Call my mom and ask her to keep checking to make sure I am ok with the kids. I have not been this sick in I cant tell you. Seems every time I am sick I am expected to carry on and act just fine. I make more soup for dinner this time just adding taters. Kids were pretty good. I got to nap thanks to pixar movies.
Which this brings me to Sunday and the last few days. I have important papers and stuff in two places. I don’t have a “real” office. We are working on it. When you have children with special needs, you have to meet those first. Why is it that my stuff can walk off, be broke? Why is it when I ask for help I cant receive it?
I was promised the world and yet I am Cinderella and if things aren’t done because kids have other plans. I am told that I haven’t done my Job. Um where is this Prince Charming that I have remembered in this haze????
So if you See him Please send him back home. He has kids that are out of control and a wife two steps out the door. Oh and nominate us for Supernanny. I am wanting her to knock on my door and straighten these three out.