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A week in the life of the single mother who works
A week in the life of the House, Working Mother
"It good ", the you think. "Nothing to worry about, really!" I mean they made during their underwear inside out? It can happen! The cabin is relatively dark in the morning and the bathroom has no light in it, even if you went to the bathroom would not noticed. No problem. But then you go to the bathroom work for the umpteenth time in the morning (you have a weak bladder), and only then you you realize you look in the mirror, fool that uses two types of earrings! No two similar slopes, which may be understandable, but two totally different sets. "If the bells? Alert. I think, listening attentively " Or is it just the sound of my losing my mind "I step back into the office, -. You have to laugh in these situations – and tell all the story. It's funny, really, I mean that from time to time at two different slopes in their earlobes?
Everything would have been like if I forgot the keys! "Try to forget the key to the story!" "I said. But not a boring pests imp-like voice insists that the memory keys. Therefore, caution cast my mind back to the debacle this morning. Leave the house this morning, I am absolutely certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that I saw the keys on your hook. I've removed the hook and headed for my car with three of my four children. Imagine my frustration absolute and impatience (I'm very impatient with failure), when I could not find the keys. This is followed in my car (which was parked near the car of my brother) laden with bags, trying to balance in my high heels sank into the soft earth. The! I could not find the damn things! We all look for the four of us, while I whispered all the time has finally won. Jarred, my nineteen years, he decided, in a low voice, I think not, and left the house. It reappeared shortly after, the keys in his hand. Even if it was fell on the road? I ask after picking? No, nothing is as simple as that. I was amazed to discover that even have was actually hung on the hook. Fairies damned. Jarred knew I would have no comment.
My doctor says I'm stressed. My therapist says "Duh!" Therefore, I decided that I would like to see a week of my life and try to discover if in fact I'm stressed, tired, overworked and distracted so abnormal!
A week! How a week? My life seems to run a chaotic moment to another, training hours, days, weeks and years. My distraction was started on a Friday, so I decided to take my early days on the previous Sunday.
This week started off relatively normal Sunday night, during my eleven years, has realized he had not completed a project that was scheduled for last Thursday. Nothing complicated, just a stroke of cards Greetings! No need to panic, especially since he also had to find each letter of the alphabet (in different fonts and sizes), and paste on a sheet of paper. Ok, so a certain panic! Who does not? Try to find a "Q" or "J". The card is cut, its cricketers seem Foreign and family is a laugh that my daughter, seven years, according to a kind of Rembrandt version of its image (which is very bright). He does not care, he just shrugs and stays glued to the television, while below, "Homework! Vicente, your job!"
This could in itself be bearable, but for the fact that it happens at 18:30. This is the beginning of hell at night. Bath time is accompanied over bellows, "Get in the bathroom! Vincent, the bath water! Katie, go to the bathroom!" It's time for school meals, but more on that later. It is time to prepare uniform and God knows what else. There is always something of great importance that comes from nowhere to cause chaos and disorder. There is also dinner. After an excellent dinner of shrimp and rice angels hungry. I'm not hungry! So I put the pieces chicken, cover with canned tomatoes in the oven and place in a pot of rice. I work on three levels. My friend is there for a visit with biscuits, sauces and wine – Very sophisticated, my children are between nudity and pajamas – very bohemian, my food is cooking too slowly and I am currently designing a cricket bat move a ball through a map. As I'm sure I've mentioned, it is absolutely unnecessary panic – much more! Children eventually go to bed mid through e-TV movie, of course, it is too late! I am a failure of a mother!
At 21:30, school uniforms are ready, hanging on chairs, but you should make sandwiches. I usually make meals amazing, but tonight he no bread. If you do not have bread filling. I am, however, a super mom and I have a plan! Tuckshop! Godsend! Tomorrow I'll try the new sandwich filling: sweet corn, tuna and mayonnaise. The children are already complaining that one. I tell them they need to broaden your horizons! Can I get "make us a sandwich extra if they do not like is" My children, -. tuna connoisseurs! not enough Ham -. single well, mayonnaise or none, Katie and Jarred, with mustard. Vince wants salami, without mayonnaise. I tried sardines and cucumber. I tried to be nice little saying, "Mom, I do. Really lunch today "pot said it was wonderful, but could not take anymore because Varsity: "Sucks" How subtle Someday spreads love, the other not. One of them, I do not remember who, but I hate the cheese melted my twenty years could live there. A love of peanut butter, chills to think of others. The only thing that seems to take place are chocolates and sweets provided. Jarred if not eat these! Is it trying to diet!
Monday morning I got up and crawl out of bed at 6.30am after changing the setting of the alarm twice. I realize that I play with fire, and potted must be at the University eight years and we should let the little ones first. He will be furious if he understood how the end up. Teen in uniform (which takes about half an hour – Do not know why), with me shouting about how to stop wasting time and breakfast. Needless to say, they seem to suck all their cocoa diatribes brother Seniors on how it will end. I decide I can not work. My neck is in agony, I'm exhausted and signs of constipation and hemorrhoids are emerging. My head spontaneously combust as I said today I get a warning writing for an error on Friday. My physical symptoms are psychosomatic or I'm just passing the threshold stress of serious and irreversible? Call office, to apologize to my colleague (who is easier) and go to bed after phoning the doctor for an appointment for my daughter and me. Katie has been receiving waves from extreme fatigue and I am very worried. Nothing is ever heal when it is your son, right? The spirit A mother is a very scary at times.
Monday door. I'll take Katie and her friend from school at 13:00. Come home, relax a little, read and smoke hubbly bubbles (it relaxes me, ok!). It opened my wallet, because he wants a cake for lunch. I no money to keep R40 in the gasoline car! Jarred my card. Three of the late fifteenth and it is time to seek Vicente Cricket (Back to school, I was two hours before). And I bought two cakes and put twenty rand petrol in my car. Collect Vicente, being beaten by an errant cricket ball and go doctor's appointment for our 16:00. The fun has just begun! Kaitlyn must have a blood test. Have you ever tried to maintain a ten feet, furious blindly and, curiously, Anaconda frightened? I'm not sure but I think it would be a breeze! It would certainly be easier than holding a scared, stubborn bronco, bucking a child of seven years. I will not go into details – it's too traumatic – but that unfolds like a scene from a Tarantino movie. Three adults (all in various stages of shock) the possession of a small child, while 10cm thick Adults 1 needle sticks meters long in his arms and began to suck any blood in his body. She, at the same time, yelling "Mommy! Mami! If you please! ". I tell you, if you've never felt like a heel before and have a strange desire to do so, I totally recommend this as the way forward in this regard.
Between the chaos of screaming, Jarred phones. "Can I have you now," he said quietly. The small blood vessel in my temple throbbing seems ready to explode as I explained as calmly as possible, why wait. Meanwhile, Vincent went to the bathroom in the room before the doctor. He does not come until the screams from the other side of the building has collapsed! Once torture is more, it was proposed, but she laughed and joked about how he is strong and how difficult it is kicked. It is not only the earthquake. The doctor smiled nervously told me that he knows seems barbaric, but, honestly, you have to do. Then he rushes in the room. The nurse just groping for words and I'm sitting there, hugging my daughter until my heart decides to return to my chest.
Jarred is now five years and is waiting at the University of Parktown. I run, still shaken, but attempts to minimize and make jokes. Katie is unusually quiet in the back seat. Just look at the hellish traffic, I can handle anything after the last hour. We arrived at Jarred and, very foolishly, said: "Why not go to five when you know you put me?" Is really necessary or will be sufficient to explain the death of my eyes haggard. It does! Katie and relive with emotion Jarred said about his nightmarish experience. In record time becomes an adventure and Wednesday I'll be relieved to know that my baby is doing well and is probably worms.
In the blur that is my life I make the dinner, Children bathe, eat, solve homework, uniforms and sandwiches. The cell ex-husband and her children Katie said something stupid like: "If you go to bed early will not be so tired and in need of blood. "Despite the rupture, which includes cellular phone from the wall, I realize that this is mine and so pour myself a glass of wine! the quiet breathing of my sleeping children, the attitude of my middle son studious and alleys and from my superior Worth – most of the time! Thank you God, Monday is over.
Tuesday begins the same way with me pulling my body in a coma since his sofa bed (do not ask). Today, there is a cricket match Vicente (ending at about 5.00), and basketball and PE Katie. I'm organized. All okay. The routine is shouting into a blur and I get fast, miraculously, work. I am angry and defensive by the fact that when my friend called me work on Monday, my boss told me that I was afraid to come to work. Fear? Work? I am awaiting the results of blood tests if you really want to know what is fear! Call the office of the boss 'big'. I am given the poor performance at the work conference and I'm ready receiving my letter warning. I decided to completely ignore my boss – not like now – Pull Myself Together and try even harder at work. I'm so happy when my friend calls and I must say no to a lift system that can be played with Kate "Scarle" today. A break! Jarred, however, ended early for anything to take him home and back to work. What they say no rest?
After work, I'll watch Katie Scarlet (Where did his homework – Whoopee) and Vincent cricket. To bring children into the bathroom while I prepare dinner at home (again, do not ask). It is a difficult task because I continue to work at the cottage of the ingredients I forgot. I try to do it very quietly, because if the preferred bath hear me, I cried. This occurs usually when I did it in the house without being detected and I'm halfway home, thinking how smart I escaped. The word "Mama" delivered aloud, it makes me stop dead in my tracks. As a secret agent who tries to blend in my surroundings. I can be very calm, I tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Done! They soon forget that I called and I congratulate myself when a cacophony strident left the bathroom and the air is filled with cries and lamentations.
"Pot" I shout, "For the love of God, more or less!"
They are afraid of him until he turns his back Katie starts crying and hysterical gestures. It seems that Vincent has "accidentally" wee'd in the bathroom, and then, like "accidentally" splashed all the water is full of high everywhere. Any fear of illness terminal leave my mind as threatening to drown the children in the bathroom. My cries of "Out! NEW POSITION OF WATER "with Vincent can be heard blocks houses, while Katie stubbornly refuses to return to the bathroom with him and walk all wet and wrapped in a towel.
Somehow make it through the night, tidying my house, my mother packing my dishwasher dishes and seeing that Vincent ends task. All memory the division of time has long since been cleared and the battle to help with his math homework. Katie ballet clothes quickly lead – where the hell are the shoes of character – and convinced that because the shoes are too small, I'll have them be new.
"Feel my toe, where he is, he said convincingly for me.
Vicente morning of PE, so Katie, but he refuses to use a Speedo and what should you pack long shorts. While I wholeheartedly applaud your fashion sense, do not think that the school believes your excuses for much longer. I sigh when Miraculously, the atmosphere is permeated by the very breath of sleeping cherub. I'm just relaxing in a wine-induced oblivion (although course I'm exaggerating) when Gary, my grip on my door yelling out, "Mommy, Mommy, hurry and open! Quick! Hurry up!" My heart jump into my throat. One person died? Someone is after him? It is obvious that something really terrible has happened. "
"What is it? Seems to have escaped.
"Hurry up! Open! Is Prison Break."
How I've had until Wednesday escapes me. Maybe these happy "pills", perhaps the fact that I eat better, or more likely, I 'm just running on autopilot. Things are going relatively well this morning. I guess I'm used to chaos and get to work for realize that I must go shopping to attend the meeting in the afternoon. My head is subjected to grunts, gestures and shakes his head me, as I refuse to be nice to her. I make a couple of things in the office, then go to the store to buy it eats. Today is no day my lift and I foresee a leisurely lunch with my colleague from my previous job. It is very good and I can return to work refreshed after a glass Wine and tramezini. I have some invitations for the night (children are in the evening with his father), but I decided to stay home and do my ironing board which has been building for weeks. I bought a bottle of wine, do not make dinner because I ate and I am with a magazine in a wheelchair who has just spent the whole evening. Jarred is to feel with their homework. I help him because he is English and I am not bad in it. When I look for wine, I realize that I left in my car, which took Gary. Sigh! I to be 7.30, when hubbly go home and be in the range. I can make sandwiches on the table and set the school clothes. Needless to say I can do absolutely any board of directors and a glass of wine at 7.30. I still do Sudoku as I did all night. Vincent and Katie went back to 8:00 ET I have to take a bath and tasks below. In bed late again! Jarred then began playing the guitar and do a song on the country's politics. I excited and sort words. Katie and Vincent heard from their beds. Beside the bed when I was about three I drink wine and sleep. Uncharacterisically that I lie down the room starts spinning and spinning round and round! I just got sick in the bathroom and sleep almost immediately. What is the end my night of semi-solitude. Say, the wise "that" people whom alcohol affects you more when you're stressed. I wonder ….! It a good excuse, but damn.
I'm sure there is no mention that the eviction Thursday morning my bed is not easy. I, however, succeed! Today is school bags only. No bags ens, not cricket bats, no pony, no ballet things, no extras at all. I feel free and wild – not to forget anything. The excitement is intoxicating. This must be paradise. I am always with energy to go shopping this afternoon. My girlfriend says she is free this afternoon. She asked if we face. Frankly, the idea of wine or liquor, after Last night, it causes fear and trembling. I refuse. The work is still as I continue to ignore my boss and 14:00 elevation brings my schedule. I drop the little ones, almost to pray for the house clean and return to work. I do not remember, but to say they said they could not go to the shopping with me if clipped. Around 16:00 Jarred comes to the office and take home. Since then I decided I had to buy one, leaving the little house with Jarred duties to the bathroom and do. The protest that the results of this suggestion Wine and Kate is something I am not able to manage. I deflate and the collapse of my chair and say humbly, "enter". I note that "even clean the house" to go.
Shopping for me is a sadistic ritual. I do not understand the evil persons who really love the tough test. Add two children who want everything in sight and, after pleading to accompany me, I want to go home after half an hour. Include fighting, verbal abuse and brother disappearance every five minutes for free samples, and everything is intensified tenfold. I get to the store about 5:00 p.m. ET to get home at 7:30. I am reassured by a well-intentioned woman who told me that my two little maniacs fighting is perfectly normal. It was after she heard me screaming hysterically to "Stop!" And I told you to stay at home, accompanied by several other insults. I told him I had to go through twice, with two more children and older, and I would have done anything particularly wrong in a past life. She says I look too young to have two adult children and almost kiss. I feel haggard and tired, but decided to keep the snack dignity I have left.
I go home mother dark and tired of them has not been bathed or, horror of horrors, homework is done. Dinner is no problem. MacDonald, I love you! The house is in a sorry state and if it had been fixed, a hurricane swept through it. I try to restore order, while Jarred brings a few bags in the car. Katie eat and take some time to finish their meal while jumping stirred trying not to think bathroom and tasks. Vincent gets stomach pain and needs the toilet but can not find matches to light that replaced the broken bulb. Ultimately, have to go in the dark, but five minutes later, wandering naked disappointed to find a torch! Jarred is rant about how it is unfair because nobody will help you unpack the car and I'm cleaning, putting away groceries and empty the garbage, while Vincent shouted back to the bathroom pitch dark room and toilet. Katie, for its part, continues to eat at least two chews per minute and Xena, my doberman, races and Vincent eat hamburger! God thank you, Katie has two hamburgers, hitting especially if Gary is home for dinner. This gives additional Vicente. I remember when my daughter it takes an unusually long time to eat his hamburger performance saying: "Well, I'll starve." This leads me to say what a "princess" that is!
Add this chaotic night that there is a very persistent young man, I know that keeps me calling at the most inconvenient time and has the makings of a true farce. I kid you not, for the pleasure and the dismay of my children phoned him and ring the bell for a total of seven minutes. They, and I was surprised at all. My little know all the excuses in the book now when he calls, but this time just allow resonate – our fun night.
Finally, over time, finally clean, well fed and educated children are lying in their beds. Unfortunately, there are good things on television and the dear boys are staring at the screen. time out to watch! Eyes closed! And there is peace.
Friday Friday Friday! Happy day! It's Friday! I did. We have. We are in relatively good respiratory health. One more day to go. Should be a breeze. And everything looks good but looks can be deceiving. I'm organized! I'm great! Katie ballet clothes are ready, lunches are packed in boxes and it is time to leave. But breakneck speed to get back to me on Friday lost my mind! Keys, panties, earrings – all bills, but temporary. My initial horror gives way to a surprise that my distraction seems to have arrived with an explosion of genius. I was quite extraordinary to find a way to seven separate documents into one document Excel. This implies a large amount of copy, paste, (making smaller), the name change and finally just released a new attachment. I am very impressed by myself I do not know bad humor and run to my boss to tell him how beautiful I am. She accepts that I am very smart and I see no reason to continue discussion.
After the initial shock of all my strange activities in the morning, I begin to feel relatively relaxed. Katie has been her friend and ballet, while the other half of the lifting system is today. I, however, have not yet taken the house in pots. That changes when the phones to say that the pub in Education Campus opens today and will come later, probably around three. Everything seems fine until my boss, who just make friends, we can decide to go home early – three hours. I try to call Jarred. Surprise, surprise – his phone is off. I have to wait. There may be an assault bar removal. While two calls brother. I have to give birth at home and then take you to Vodacom to sign for your new SIM card. The problem is that we must do this to 5.00 in the store probably will close. The other problem is that I have no idea what time to come in pots. Gary laughs hysterically when he hears the situation, saying I have a long expected of me. I bit smaller later called me at work asking if I could make a surprise of his cookbook. I agree with this question, as well as possible, to clean up after themselves. Gary phones around 3.30 am and ask where I met Jarred last four. Four of the fifteen Katie calls, I wonder how far away from home for a surprise awaits. Like Gary Jarred at home and takes his place in the car. Katie is wondering where I'm going to say that the surprise is ready. I assure you will not be long. We arrived at Vodacom, and sign the papers say it will cost R65.00. Gary and I watched in disbelief. None of us has the money to us. He decides to leave me at home, and I am very anxious to have my surprise, before "baby daddy is the weekend. Gary is going to get my credit card and go pay the bill. Miraculously we found the map in the car. At home I have a sosaties stick with strawberries, pineapple, banana and dates (Because I gave up chocolate for Lent) waiting for me in a dish with ice and cream. Children have an amazing way to erase a week of tension for a moment by a simple gesture of love so pure it melts your home and you get to the essence of your being!
The reality, however, has a way unpleasant to penetrate the most special moments. My friend comes to take me to dinner with my ex, but has not yet taken the children. The place is incredibly strong. It is a ridiculous modern musical explosion of television shows and Jarred all his political song. The atmosphere is a little crazy, but very enjoyable. Former cries at the door for children. Unfortunately, at this very moment my father and his brother decided to have a hot altercation. I am not the father my children to see or hear anything about the plot (long story), so that children will end as soon as possible. It is a scene of a black comedy. The more you tell them they have to leave quickly, the more times you are looking for something they forgot. It's incredible! Finally they will give a sigh of relief. The girlfriend of my oldest son was brought into the country house to escape the discussion inside. My friend and I go out, Jarred say to hide the keyboard and I naively believe that I am a quiet weekend and peaceful.
Dinner is uneventful, except when I go to the bathroom, they blend with the doors and the ladies end up leaving and entering a sushi restaurant that had not been eating less. After initial confusion, I make a hasty retreat and find my friend waiting for me. While on my way to the bathroom I find that Jarred called me twenty-two times and finally I heard the phone in the twenty third try. He said there are problems at home and in the upper This has dropped my house keys at home and can not leave. My friend and I just arrived at the cottage by removing one of the security doors exit at the same time my doberman who was imprisoned in the house of God knows how long. In the meantime, I'll find my brother who has passed into the garden and try to help. The rest is a long story, involved and unnecessary, and are best ignored and forgotten.
My peaceful purposes, Friday and I fall into bed and into a deep sleep.
I have big plans for Saturday. I'll get out of debt. I get up relatively late, go to the bank to withdraw money. Then pay my bills clothes, my TV and listen to my daughter and my friend's birthday. I, however, found that in life you should never plan anything. Go with the flow. This way, you can never be angry! What I discovered, but unfortunately, I never really learned.
Arriving at the bank. None of the banks in the mall has electricity. I swear, swear various quietly and go to another mall. I think I'm smart, but at the same time a feeling of apprehension what I find that bank. It surprises me beyond my normal ability to be surprised! Queues begin within the bank tellers (very, very inside the bank), and through the door all the way to Woollworths, which is about half a block home town. All other banks have the same problem. muttered something more bad words this time, including obscenities on the state the country and decide on retail therapy, which certainly can not afford. I go home and make a hubbly (yes, again) and ordered my apartment. I'm busy with this stranger if my brother's girlfriend started screaming my name. Jarred was surprised to see me jump out of the room, jumping and throwing my shoes Katie bed, while begging him to say that I'm asleep. I shut my eyes tight, praying not to come Jarred, horror, and makes me lie down for a few minutes, the election will not tell me she was gone. I continue to hide for a while after poor me a glass of wine (yes, again), put on a load, put up the ironing board and complete all my earrings. I am Superwoman! I'm Wonder Woman! I am the mother! Put clothes on the line and it's raining! I 'm extremely angry woman.
I, being so damn popular, have three invitations for Saturday evening. My hemorrhoids are difficulty at the moment and decide that I can not get to the barbecue. I feel like I have not visited the obsessive youth appeal. I decided to surprise my friend and go there to watch a DVD. The night was quiet except for the fact that my eldest son still calls me crying about how unfair it is that he to my second son to a party. He rants about how unfair it is and how to use the car for his girlfriend. At ten o'clock I go home and sit with Gary in the house until he picks up his girlfriend. I swim and, exhausted, into bed. The phone rings at 12.30 hours. This call informing me that dreaded pot can not get back home and I have to watch. Jarred I was half asleep and ask him to call me back with directions. Gary called and told me to go. I put my dog in the car – which was incredible (as surprised as a dog can be) and we move into the unknown, with a set of instructions on my knees. I'm in a place abandoned by God in the middle of the night, but finally found the place after a few more calls to Gary. I think the street, but not the number. No number eighteen. Fortunately, I am not alone in my stupidity as a taxi driver who has just arrived is driving along the road in search of number eighteen. I think, finally, around – something that has escaped the minds of my two children. Then spend ten minutes waiting outside in a pot to appear, angering my arteries pulse abnormally. I can not call because, surprise, surprise, your phone is off! I can not go because I'm in my pajamas. I'm on the verge of a coup when it appears in the door, drink in hand. I'm angry. I'm tired. I said to derive from the beverage. His friend then proceeds to vomit on the side of my car. I am petrified. He can not throw in my car. He sits on the front, wounded by the window and proceeded to tell me, how great I like and what a good person I am. I am almost deaf when we get home. I flop into bed at 1.30am.
Sunday – wonderful Sunday. I wake up late. I'm going to lunch with my friends. They have a house big head Piña Colada (spelling) and then. I must go shopping to present my friend, but decided to go with him so he can choose. We then see a movie. I relaxed for the first time in a week! He left me at home. I washed the iron line and load to another load. Older children get married and have toast, biscuits and gravy for dinner. It my day, my time is my time! I'm tired. I relaxed and I have to keep the last strength I have to start this routine again!
The conclusion of this unfortunate, but ultimately the compliance history – I'm tired, I'm stressed but I'm good these things for the people I love. I love and am loved, and nothing is too much – although it sometimes seems that way.
And on Monday I start the gym again! Wish me luck!
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