The first week was pretty godawful in terms of Things That Conspired to Make My Life Suck. My first DAY on the job all three kids came down with Swine Flu. And I ended up in the emergency clinic with all three of them feverish at 10pm in the freezing pouring rain; and THEN the VCB and I had the motherfucking superbowl of all fights.
All I can really say is that my mother is an angel on Earth and truly saved my ass. And that the VCB and I have had some pretty serious and intense Discussions. We (somehow) got thru it, and we are still together, and my mother (somehow) did not get sick, and my daughter (somehow) didn't end up hospitalized. Thank you, God, Prozac, and Tamiflu. (And a big fat SUCK IT to the stupid H1N1 vaccines we stood in line for three days before they got sick- that was a great big waste of time, and hello!? I don't even vaccinate and that sure as shit didn't change my opinion! Just sayin'.....)
Actually, getting into a groove with the kids has proven to be the hardest thing by far- keeping up with the laundry, getting out the door on time, remembering to sign school papers, etc. All I want to do at night when I walk in the door is decompress- take a hot shower, drink a beer and listen to music for an hour. Surprise- the kids want Dinner! And Attention! and to tell me everything they have been up to in the past nine hours. And they all want to do this at the same time. Preferably while hanging off my body.
Oh and did I mention that I am supposed to move in a week? And that two days after THAT I'm supposed to close on my house, which needs about a dozen repairs that I can neither a) do myself or b) afford to hire out. (The VCB is all calm and nonchalant about this. I am making up for his composed demeanor with extreme insomnia, anxious diarrhea, a nervous tic in my eye that Will. Not. Stop. and the odd panic attack. Because seriously OMGWTF?!?! Too much to process, that's what it is.)
So it's small wonder I haven't been posting. I've been trying not to swat the kids away like gnats, and putting on my "good, interested Mom" face while they tell me the same story for the fiftieth time; and doing another load of laundry, and pouring cereal and brushing hair and administering medicine and signing paperwork and packing. And I need to register the kids for school and get utilities turned on (and off) and oh, yeah, you know...close on my house.
God, I'm tired.
