…one day

I digress.

I had an entire post scribbled about Mother’s Day.  When writing about things that hit really close to home for yours truly, I like to have someone edit it to make sure the rambling nonsense is kept to a minimum.  Naturally, that didn’t happen.  For my mere post was tabled in lieu of guitar forums and Facebook.

I woke up to a nice shower of kisses from my darling Milkfaced boy.  We had some quality time in the big bed where I answered a lot of “What’s that?” questions and sneaked in a random snuggle here and there.  So far, pretty good.

Then comes chaos.

When you’re married to the least organized man in the universe, things can wear on your nerves pretty quickly.  When you’re married to someone who travels for a living, all patience is tested by having to run a household by yourself.  I don’t care for Mother’s Day, as a rule, but I certainly welcome one day out of the year where I can let down my guard, not have to think about what to plan for meals, not have to think about a day’s activities and not have to think about the laundry list of shit that never seems to get done.

Alas, my sans souci day lasted all of 2.5 hours.  One iPod disappeared and the entire world had to come to a screeching halt.  My ever constant coaching, my unending pleas for organization unanswered – I sneaked out to the deck while the house was being upended in pursuit of whatever has gone missing at this particular moment in time.

At the risk of sounding entirely frustrated and ungrateful, can a girl not catch a break?  Particularly a working mom who has to go it alone more than she cares.  Like many, I feel like I’m juggling way too many balls than I’m qualified to juggle.  It wears one down very rapidly and doesn’t do much for the overall carriage and demeanor.  Maybe if there was just one day a year that someone could recharge without interruptions, life would be a little more manageable.

As solutions normally lie at my feet, next year I vow to have everything organized and within arm’s reach.  I will draw up a list of nifty ideas well in advance.  Then I’m going to round up a few of my other mommy friends and run away for the weekend.  Kids welcome. Husbands, not so much.

One thought on “…one day

  1. Well, I wish you a very happy Mother’s Day nevertheless. ::hugs::

    By the way, turnabout is fair play. Next month is Father’s Day…

    Just saying.

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