Happy Mother’s Day out there.
It’s been a hell of a few days. We had a pretty impressive front stall out starting Thursday night, and all the experts said we were doomed. They said it so loud and emphatically that they cancelled school here Friday. Now I know what you’re thinking: “She’s been counting down the days. She should be pleased.” And you are correct. To a point.
My good friend, M, does not have the most understanding employer, so I offered to take her kiddo since I would be stuck at home with my 2, anyway. It actually worked out surprisingly well. We went to Costco and then I took them to see the Pikachu movie. It wasn’t until the end of the day that the Togetherness began to take hold and the jackassery go into effect.
Saturday I woke up sick. It was like I had mono. I couldn’t breathe. My face hurt. My molars hurt. All I could do was sleep off and on, so it was a good thing that the Doom Weather was occurring. I didn’t have to go anywhere or do much of anything (although it did nibble at the back corners of my mind what I should be doing). In any case, I felt much better after just being a slug for a day.
Today is/was Mother’s Day. Will was going to the in-laws’ house to try to learn the magic behind his father’s gumbo. I was going to bring M a treat, being Mom’s Day and all. My car wouldn’t start. Well, it tried to. The damn battery was dead. Will had to turn around and come home to jump it off. It seemed to help, but when I went to leave it was sluggish. Long story short, I managed to make it to M’s, back home, and to the in-laws’, but barely.
My poor old 4Runner is 19 years old. I love it dearly, but it’s feeling the effects of entropy. Just last weekend, Will had to pull out the drive shaft and replace the universal joint. Listen to me. Acting like I know something about cars. I don’t. I’m grateful as hell my husband does. Anyway, replacing it is high up on our list of 1,009 priorities.
I hit the wall during lunch. I. Just. Couldn’t. Talk. To. Anyone. Anymore. My introvert was sobbing, curled up in a fetal position. I had had 3 days of indoor Togetherness with my ADHD children and I was DONE. I finally went to Oui Oui (MIL) and told her I needed to go. She got it. She understood. That was my most needed gift today.
I barely made it out, as the car died again in the driveway. Will conceded he needed to go get a new battery (old one still under warranty, so no cost but time and anxiety), so I drive his car home. Alone. Oui Oui offered to bring the kids home later if necessary. I got 2+ hours of blissful quiet. It feels kind of selfish and shitty to try to get away from the very people that make me a mom, but I guess that’s part of it sometimes.
As a parting note, we went to a ceremony at jiu jitsu Friday night, whereupon those who qualified got new belts or stripes. Stella finally got her first stripe, and the Dude got his second. Proud mom!
She got a pretty bad nosebleed one night last week at jiu jitsu, and told me she felt like a “golden fountain squirting blood into cups to feed the vampires.” I had her draw it for me for Mother’s Day.