Just too much to be done

I really don't have time for this.
I really don't have time for anything nowadays.

Today when pinching a few minutes from my work schedule, I left early to make it in time. As you will learn later on, I didn't make it on time. My husband was at a meeting in Helsinki, thus leaving all the rest to me. It was all a little too complicated for one mom, who happens to be an actual living person as well. I took off with my kids straight from the house gate, and off we raced to the nearest mall. My older one had packed the basketball bag for the younger one to take along, as he had been to a friend's home a little too long. (At this point I had already canceled the older boy's football because they had replaced the venue with a one we had no chances of getting to at that particular hour, and no lifts were to be found).

At the mall we heard the verdict: no chance, yet another brand new cell phone in our family was sent to the guarantee repair. The older one's one month old flashy mobile had quit charging two days ago. (He confessed to me, that morning he had cried when walking to school). Any way, we then raced off tho a walk-in barber shop. The older one got a haircut, I had to trim the back of my neck, as we have a wedding to attend to next weekend and I was looking more like a floor mop. The younger one pretty much got a nervous breakdown, as he had to sit and wait, as he saw the clock ticking and he realised that basketball time was approaching too soon. Well too bad, I had no idea that of the three barbers, there was only one who actually worked, so instead of a quick trim, we sat there for almost an hour. But no chance, this was the only evening to do it.

We then litterally ran thorugh a grocery shop on the way to the car and got the younger one a few bites and a juice so he wouldn't be totally out of energy. The younger one howled at the cashier line: we're going to be late from basketball, aren't we??" "Sorry boy, mom can't help it now". Aside steps a nice looking, middle aged woman and says: "you have just a few items, you can pass me, the boy has obviously important things to attend to". Oh, bless you.

In the car I broke the law and phoned to the team manager and said we're terribly late, I can't just be everywhere when my husband's away for the evening. "But you're coming, right?" "Yes, why??" "Because of the parent meeting we're havingfor the next month's team trip abroad?" "Whoops... yes, I'm coming..." I felt a bit beaten up already, trying to get a bite myself as I drove. Oh, the older one's still sitting in the car. He needs to be dropped off before the parent meeting, I'm quite sure he wouldn't have appreciated being dragged along.

I dropped the boy to the nearest bus stop near our home and raced to the basketball hall. I heard grumbling from the back seat, someone felt it was better to be left home than the embarrassment of being taken in late. Well, sorry again, there's only one of me.

 

 

After an hour of discussing and making plans clear, I took the happy chappy boy home, just to give way to the older boy leaving still to bike around with his friend. I only got him in nearer to nine. During that time at home I had supervised the unfinished homework of the little one, warmed up food and as I was trying to unload the dishwasher, it hit me: exhaustion. Nothing could be done. I withered away to my bed and had a compulsory fifteen minute blackout. There was still just too much to be done. I hadn't showered. I hadn't packed for tomorrow's work trip. I hadn't done the dishes. I hadn't fetched more wood from the yard to the lousy fire I had made in the fireplace in an attempt to bring up the mood.

Well hello, hello. Husband was home. He would have had a story of his own, how he finally found a dark suit to the wedding five minutes before the closing time in a huge discount, after having fitted suits that would have absolutely killed our budget.

Now the shower is taken, the kids are asleep, the fireplace is snappling wood into the air and the dishwasher is on.

We still need to figure out tomorrow's agenda, make possible arrangements and write a few emails about missed practices because we will be gone a few nights. Then I will need to pack up and try to get my head around the map of the capital city, not sure where I'm expected tomorrow morning. Grreat day to you too!