Cleaning. Cleaning. Cleaning. I feel like I clean all stinkin day for my house to be a wreck the next. Sometimes I seriously wonder what is so hard about picking up after yourselves. Mommy is definately not a maid, although sometimes she feels like it.
Have you ever had one of those days where you felt like nothing was going right? Nothing tremendously bad happened but nothing amazingly wonderful happened either. I started my day by sleeping late. I normally do not do this thanks to 5 alarms. That's right I said it, 5. Now, I am in now way a hard sleeper. However the medicine they have put me on to help with my Fibro and the medicine they have put me on to help me quit smoking make me incredibly sleepy. I used to be able to stay up all night, sleep two or three hours and wake up and get on with my day. Not anymore. The only thing I hear right off the bat is the baby monitor when Abigayle wakes up. So back on track here. I slept late. So I had 30 minutes to get Jacob ready for school, Abigayle ready for her day and myself dressed and out the door. Normally this would be no big deal, normally. Jacob decided he didn't want to wake up this morning even after sleeping almost 45 minutes later than normal. Then Abigayle really didn't want to eat. So after spending 15 minutes trying to get her to eat, I handed her the bottle and gave up. I was already dressed by this point and there was no way I would get a chance to change if she threw baby food all over me. Jacob is dressed and I'm convinced that we're all ready and we can go. Boy was I wrong. As I walked out the door I realized that my shirt was inside out, the socks on Jacob's feet were mismatched and Abigayle is missing a shoe. Really, really? After all that was fixed we were finally on our way.
Skip until after Abigayle's nap and I've been cleaning and doing laundry. Phone rings. It's Jacob's teacher. The school thinks it may be a good idea to get Jacob tested for ADD. They don't really believe he has ADHD but the ADD, major possibility. So Mommy researches. Looks like we're headed to Naval soon to pick up some paperwork we're supposed to fill out to get him tested. Normally I wouldn't jump to get him tested, this is not the first time this has been suggested. But I have been noticing things the past months that have made me think, maybe they could be right. So tested he will be. If it comes back that he does have it, we'll do what we have to do and move past this, just as we always move past things like this. If it comes back negative, my baby boy can laugh at all the people who doubted him. But I refuse to have my child a zombie like I saw kids when I was in school. I know, I know! There's big huge steps in research and medicine but I honestly feel that some people just jump to ADD and ADHD when kids are just being kids. Maybe my kid just really honestly doesn't like school. Who really knows?
Now, its time to cook dinner. That's fine and dandy by me. I love to cook. I also love the time I get to myself in my kitchen when I'm cooking. Normally my Marine keeps the kids occupied so I can get dinner done and on the table, except today, Daddy's not home yet. And the only reason he's not home is because someone wants to sit in front of a room and talk. Now, I understand its important for the higher ups to talk to their men and keep it all together. But a 2 hour brief? Really? Why call it a brief? Two hours, definately not brief.
Yes, I love our military and I love my life married into the Marine Corps but this was just not my day and those two hours that I'm so used to having help killed me! Deployment is coming fast. I really need to get my act together!!!!!!
For now, be well and be happy. Keep a smile on your face.
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