Was today really necessary?


Today sucked. Really. Totally and completely. Started out innocent enough. Two kids home instead of at their dad's, but that is not really unusual. They often bail on being at dad's on a Wednesday. Conner, the loyal, went to dad's. Morgan, who was home, had a headache--stayed home from school. Spencer, who feigned being ill last night so as to come home with mom instead of staying at dad's was fine, and had to be taken to school.

I took Monkey Bread to my students and residents today, because it was the last day of the rotation for the students and they have been great. Besides, taking food to the residents is a kindness that I will hopefully always continue, as I remember how seldom anyone brought me food back then. (Try never--we did have one Social Worker on the oncology service that once brought us the best chocolate chip cookies--I still have her recipe and think of her every time I bake them--thanks again, Suzanne).
Of course, getting up and baking added an extra step in the morning, which already had the extra step of carpool line (which, did I already say, I was not supposed to be doing? Thursday morning is Dad's turn)

Anyway, I made rounds, had lunch, and came home to clean the garage. It was a beautiful, beautiful day--sunny and 78 degrees. Liv and Peep came by for a visit. So far, so good. Time for carpool line at the High School--because Morgan is home sick, I have to go and get Conner from school, and HS carpool line is as close to hell as you can get. No orderly progression of cars--it is like one of those crash derbies--every person there in a foul mood and really, really ready to leave. Most of the cars being driven by teens, who are more hormonal than 45 year old women who live in the hell of "perimenopause"--whatever that is.

So, I get there early, secure a safe parking spot, and wait. And wait. And wait, and wait, and wait....after 30 minutes I am about to panic. No Conner. I call Morgan and ask her to go run the other carpool line for Spencer, since I am clearly not going to make it, and to call friends and see where her brother is.

My phone rings. The ex. "Oh, Conner didn't feel like going to school today. He's here."

Believe me, there are no words. After reminding him that it would be really polite of him to let me know where my son is when he isn't in school I hung up on him. And when the fuckwad dumped my kid at the house an hour later I unloaded on the kid. Because fuckwad was too chicken to hang around for the tongue lashing he deserved.
So, Conner took it for him. Hate it, but I pay for a cell phone for that kid (all three kids) for a reason. Their dad won't let them call me when they are with him, and as we can see, old crazy isn't exactly great with communication, so the kids have cells. The main purpose of which is so that I can know where and how they are. Can you tell that I was/am irritated?

So, back to cleaning the garage. I cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned until my phone rang. "Are you OK?" My yoga class. The one I am supposed to be teaching. I forgot all about it. Fuck. They were very gracious, and "yogic" but I felt like crap. So, no yoga tonight.

I went to Burger King to get food for the kids. Got home and it was wrong. This is the third time in a row--yes, I should check it before I leave but I am always so trusting and hopeful....back to Burger King. Home again. New mop kit thing doesn't work. Back to store for another mop. Forget the clothes in the dryer, now all hopelessly wrinkled.

And did I mention one of my patients died?

I'm going to bed now. Tomorrow will be a better day.