Sometimes I am super mom and on the ball. I have dinners planned out for the week and when I go grocery shopping I do so quickly and efficiently getting everything I will need for said meals. I effortlessly juggle doctors appointments and therapy appointments along with getting kids to and from school with my angel 5month old baby on my hip the whole time. HAHAHAHA If that is the impression you have I am flattered, thank you! Let me just tell you that is NOT what my life looks like on the inside. The real deal is more like... it's the first few weeks of school and the bus didn't show up to pick up my son Keegan, I've been anxiously waiting at the window watching for an hour. I need to be out the door to take my other son Conner to school, so I am about to take him out of his wheel chair and put him in his seat in the van and there's the bus! Then I have Conner who for some reason is wearing his shoes untied with the laces just stuffed in his sneaker and walking around like they are going to fall off at any moment, who for the fourth time needs to be told to put his lunch box in his back pack and hurry up we have to go. During all of this I have a howling baby who wants to be fed, AGAIN, and I tell him you're not the only one! I've been up for however many hours and fed three kids and made lunch and haven't had a moment to eat anything myself, I'm starving too! I'm not screaming my head off about it... yet! But he wouldn't understand he is only 5months old so that thought is only in my head. I'm rushing to get everyone where they need to be and the dog running out the back door digs his sharp claws into the tender skin on my toes OUCH! The day continues in this fashion with a baby who will not get with the program and wants to play when he should take a nap, wants to eat at the most inopportune times, and is growing increasingly more cranky on his 2 20 min power naps taken en route to one place or another. I am late to almost everything, any little thing throws my entire schedule off course, no matter how hard I try I am one blowout or two simultaneous blow-outs requiring an impromptu clothing change from rushing some more hoping we won't get chewed out or lectured about being on time. Or maybe this is the one day they waited and timed their horrendously smelly poops that get more out of the diaper than in until we were in therapy, and I happen run out of wipes and left the extra shorts in the extra diaper bag in my van so now I have to haul the baby and myself back downstairs to go get them only to find out I locked our only key in the van. Then I have to call my husband who has a horrible migraine, who luckily came home early to try to get away from light and bury himself away in a dark room and take a nap, to come and hopefully manage to rescue me!
Yes ALL of these things have happened, not all in the same day but I guarantee there have been many a days like that one that end in me having a melt down! So at the end of the day I couldn't care less about dinner, and maybe don't remember dinner until 7 when I've told every tidbit of my horrible day to my husband who was so lucky to be at work and missing out on all the fun I had, and have finally begun to simmer down. On those days I tell my husband it's his turn!
We had a night like that recently and my husband is not big on cooking, especially when we don't have the supplies for the few things he does know how to make. So it was a fast food/take out sort of night, and we ordered some Mexican food which he picked up and brought home. Thankfully even though he got lost they didn't make my nachos until he arrived to pick up the food so they were delicious, and not soggy as I feared they would be! SO Rick came home with our food and proceeded to tell me they ran out of large cups for my bachata so they put my drink in two small cups. He then asked me what bachata was, and I told him that I didn't know! What I ordered is a delicious rice milk drink... "I said it wrong didn't I? Well what is it then?"
The real word: Horchata
