What’s an ordinary week in the life of a mom?
Mostly it’s boring. Monotonous. Mundane. Same old same old.
Then there is a week like this one…
MONDAY: Mom wakes up in the morning, to total darkness. She panics. What time is it & why is everything dark? She discovers the power is out & it’s 9 AM. CRAP! That means both kids are late to school. Frantic, she gets the kids out of bed, gets them dressed & out the door. Kids are late & then mom is extra late to work.
TUESDAY: Son wakes his mom up saying his throat has a frog in it. He says he wants to go to school though. So he goes. Until 10 AM when the school nurse calls and says he needs to come home because he threw up. Son comes home sick as a dog, and mom loses another day of work. Plus gets thrown up on.
WEDNESDAY: Mom wakes up to son standing next to her bed saying his tummy hurts again, then he vomits on her & all over her bed. This almost makes mom vomit too. She holds it together and calls in sick to work, strips the kid, throws him the tub, strips the bed & starts washing the sheets. UNTIL… the washer starts making strange noises and stops. SHIT.
THURSDAY: The morning alarm buzzes. Mom hits “snooze” approximately 8 times. She is exhausted. She finally got into bed late last night after the appliance repairman came & fixed the washing machine. Just in time because everything smells like vomit. Good news though: sick son feels better. But bad news: Tween daughter wakes up yelling that she’s done with school. She says she is smart enough and doesn’t need school anymore. An hour-long argument ensues. Mom spends way too long persuading her to get out of bed, brush her teeth, and get dressed. Mom doesn’t need this particular battle, after the week she’s had. Finally, Mom goes to work, but can’t stop thinking about her how much worse the tween hormone-filled years are going to get.
FRIDAY: The weekend is almost here. YES! She gets out of bed & smells something bad. She goes in search of that smell and discovers the dog is now sick, all over the bed, bathroom AND bedroom rugs. The washing machine can’t take anymore vomit. Mom can’t take anymore vomit. Mom yells (quite loudly), “WHEN WILL THIS WEEK BE OVER????”
SATURDAY: Mom wakes up and thinks, “YES! The week is over”. The house is quiet. Kids are still asleep. Dogs asleep. Peace at last. Suddenly, a knock at the front door sends her running to answer it before anyone wakes up. It’s Fed-Ex (at 6:30 AM???)… they need a signature. So she creeps out onto the front porch in her pj’s and slippers, trying not to make any noise that will wake up the zoo inside her house. Success. She signs it, says “Happy Weekend” to the nice Fed-Ex driver, and turns around to go back inside. NOOOOOOO!… the door is locked.
SUNDAY: Mom wishes for next week to be an actual boring, mundane, ordinary week…
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