This evening did not go well, and I feel guilty. It is my want as I take the role of mother in this scenario also I’m Catholic so I’m very good at feeling guilty.
The day was spent focused on the physical aspects of the apartment aka housekeeping.
I picked up the kid at 4:30 post after-school test prep UGH!
So neither me nor my kid had spent the day doing the things we love…
So
Art? Yes. No… TV… Play…
What will we do?
How about a meltdown?
I can’t believe I told her, “If the neighbors call 911, you are going to have to tell the police why you are screaming because I have no idea.” (My Mom is going to enjoy a schadenfreude moment when she reads this.) Not my best parenting moment…
Can we please pull it together before Daddy get’s home?
Dick Van Dykely home from the Midtown Manhattan expecting Mary Tyler Moore and a kid in pajamas ready for a good night kiss…
More like Roseanne Barr’s “If the kid’s are still alive when my husband gets home I’ve done my job.”
Only the soup is ready.
Actually we still have to go…
…to the store…
before we can make dinner…
Arctic char, broccoli, fresh baguette, a little wine…
Sounds good…
But, it’s not, because…
The homework’s not done…
Oh, and there’s a hole in the pipe under the kitchen sink so… I have to wash the dishes in the bathtub!
God the daily dinner-homework-bedtime show can become downright Shakespearean!
AND IT’S ONLY TUESDAY!
Is there an emoticon for “kill me now”?