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:~: Wednesday, September 28, 2005 :~:

There Are Days...

...when I just want to lock myself in the bathroom and veg out the whole day long. Today is one of those days.

I won't bore you with the day to day struggles of being a writing SAHM, but I am going to give you a glimpse at the reason I often feel like screaming and running away.

Today I had to mail a submission. Okay, it was a re-submission, but I won't go into that. Suffice it to say, I spent all morning printing and reworking my cover letter, getting the whole thing packaged up and ready to go. After feeling guilty for neglecting the younger two gremlins, I figured I'd be a good mom and take them to McDonalds so they could play. McDonalds is not my favorite place, but being a good mom, I sacrificed. An hour in the echoing playground and I had a migraine, but, they were happy, so it worked.

We swing by the post office on the way home and run in, where I proceed to use the self-mailing machine to send my package so I don't have to stand in line with the boys. Sure enough, it all goes smoothly until I notice that the mailing label has the wrong city on it. Hm, that's odd. I check my label. Same zip. Crap, either I entered it wrong (and by checking the address label, I know I didn't) or I must have the wrong zip code.

Frustrated, I load the boys back in the car and zip home. Sure enough, the zip is wrong. By this time though, school is almost over so we have to wait for the six-yr old to get home. I print a new label, she gets home, I load everyone back in the car, she grumbles about being hot and hungry, I tell her to deal with it for ten minutes, we head back to the post office.

I take the kids inside. Three kids in the post office. Gee, that's fun. I ask them to be good for a few minutes, then I'll take them to DQ. I figure a bribe will work.

We stand in line. There are about four people ahead of us. The older two are playing under the counter. They're being quiet, so I don't mind. The baby is on my hip. The older two start getting rowdy. I'm beginning to lose my patience with the slowest line on the planet.

Finally, it's our turn. I step up to the counter. The older two are yelling now. The guy behind the counter holds up his finger and says, "I'll be right back." He disappears into the depths of the post office. Minutes go by. LOOOOOOONG agonizing minutes where my older two children are yelling and running around and the baby is getting fussy on my hip. The line continues to grow until there are at least 15 people behind me. The place is silent except for my uncontrollable children. It's nine-thousand degrees in there and I'm wearing long sleeves.

The guy finally comes back. I show him the mailing label (which I never affixed to the envelope), tell him I must have punched in the wrong zip. I just want to void it and print a new label. He looks puzzled. "Hm. Not sure we can do that. Let me check." He disappears. Again.

The three-yr-old starts sneezing. Not just once, but several times in a row. Boogers are flying. The six-yr-old screams, "EW! He's got boogers all over him!" and runs. The three-yr-old, thinking this is a game, laughs and chases her. I, in my infinite wisdom, did not bring the diaper bag or my purse. Heck, we were just supposed to run in and out. It wasn't supposed to take ALL FREAKIN' DAY! The baby burps and pukes all over my shoulder.

By this point, I've had it. I'm ready to start pulling fingernails out one by one - and not mine, mind you.

The guy finally comes back. He looks at me and says, "Can you come back tomorrow?"

What do you think I said?

Let's just say, he didn't ask again.

The older two are now ticked at me because they are grounded from friends for the rest of the afternoon and don't understand why they didn't get to go to DQ.

And I feel like locking myself in the bathroom for the rest of the night.

8Comments:

Blogger Brenda Bradshaw said...

Holy crap. Add a sassy, hormonal teenager to that, and it was like reading about ME. I totally get what you said 100% and then some.

I think we may need to seriously work together here.

5:14 PM  
Blogger TJBrown said...

I understand.

I sympathize.

Now you know why I didn't start writing seriously until the children were eight and nine:)
Teri

5:58 PM  
Blogger Piper Lee said...

Oh my, how sad for you Eli.

My five darling little children would never dream of misbehaving at home or in public.

Where have you failed that your children are so apt to be naughty?

ROFLMAO!!!

Now I'll be serious...

Sometimes I wanna THROW MYSELF FROM A FREAKIN CLIFF!

Screw the bloody bathroom hiding, you can still hear them clawing at the door! Even with the shower running full blast and frequent flushing of the toilet you hear them as they yell at you to referee their fights, fix them MORE food, take them here or there. The list is endless.

Turning on the blow dryer and bathroom fan doesn't work either when there's FIVE of them.

I told them all yesterday that I'm moving away and they will never find me. Then I threw my head back and cackled like a raving lunatic.

My five year old came over to stand beside me and took my hand. Looking at his brothers and sister he piped up with, "Yeah, me and mom are moving and you won't find us!" (That's not quite what I had in mind...)

Only about 18 more years to go and they'll all be gone!!!! (Crap, I'll be a grandma by then.)

Who's idea was it to have kids anyway?

Hang in there Eli, yours will move out someday too.

9:51 PM  
Blogger Paty Jager said...

I know this isn't nice, but all I can to is laugh and remember the days! And be so thankful that my kids are grown and now they get to go through what they put me through! Hang in there, If you've done your job right, they grow up to become functional adults and move away. If you're lucky they don't live close enough for you to take care of grandkids all the time! LOL

7:55 AM  
Blogger MaryF said...

Oh, UGH!!! I'm so so sorry, Elisabeth! What a rotten experience!

3:29 PM  
Blogger Christine Keach said...

Ouch, this sounds horrible! Reminds me why I DON'T have kids. Here's hoping the next time you have to go to the post office it will be a smoother trip!

8:08 PM  
Anonymous kacey said...

okay, I shouldn't laugh...but been there, done that. And that post office worker is lucky to have survived the ordeal *g

I guess somewhere on the planet there is a post office where the workers actually know what they are doing, and the lines aren't 20 people long all the time. But I sure haven't found it. No wonder they are losing business to UPS and FedEx and the other shippers.

5:48 AM  
Blogger Carol B. said...

Sounds like a woman in desperate need of a girls night out!

7:21 AM  

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