Ass

How sad is it that I haven't been away from my kids for more than a couple of hours in over six months? I'm thinking that a huge part of my problem might be kid overload. Everyone needs a break once in a while. If I had an actual job I would have many more breaks and vacation time. Do you know why businesses give you those incentives? To keep you happy and productive. Imagine that. Wanting to keep your employees happy. What a concept. You cannot expect a person to work constantly for months upon months without giving them any time off. And don't tell me that moms get breaks when their kids are sleeping or at school. There is never a time from the day our first child is born to the day we take our last breath that we are not on some level thinking about them. Certainly there are times when our minds are mostly kid free, but then we are probably thinking about bills, or groceries, or heaven forbid what our husbands need at that moment in time. The amount of stuff that rattles around in my over tasked brain is amazing. What's more amazing is that I am able to keep five kids and their schedules and all of their crap semi organized without too many problems. Hopefully.

Ass. That's all I have to say. He's an ass. I was carting the kids around all afternoon. The baby had a father/child night at her school, so he had to come home at a decent time tonight. Sweet, right? It should be, but after I had picked up the boys from bowling, I was going to go home, drop them off and pick up Gus for baseball practice, but then I had, what at the time seemed like, a brilliant thought. Gus' practice was less than a block from where Chip and Eddie were going at the exact same time. What would be the big deal for Chip to drop Gus off at practice and save me a good twenty minutes of running around? So, I get home and Chip and Eddie are just getting ready to leave. So I say "Hey Chip do you think you could drop Gus off for me"? Huuuuhhhhh! If I would have known earlier I could have been ready earlier and it wouldn't have been a problem. Mind you this is at twenty to six. Practice was at six, I don't know how much time it takes to slow down and push Gus out of the car at the baseball field, but I guess longer than he had. I proceeded to drive Gus to practice with Chip and Eddie behind me the entire way. Poor Gus has now heard the word ass a few too many times for his young ears. I was still pissed when I made it to the field so I told Gus to close his eyes and flipped Chip off. I'm sure he didn't see me, but it made me feel a little better. Ass.