Robo calls. I hate them. The calls never seem to chime in when I’m home alone with little to do and hoping that someone, anyone will call so I can say I talked to a human for a bit. No the call waits. And waits until a kid is doing homework, another is in the bath, and the third is screaming. And I’m home alone.
As a mother of three young children, the hours between 6 and 8 PM are hectic and scared. Bath time, snacks, and then the whole bedtime snugly reading routine. Then between 7:30 and 8:00, I don’t make a peep, so the kids don’t think they heard a noise and have to come tell me what they think they heard.
Every few days, a robo call interrupts and I’m dashing through the halls, down the stairs in order to answer the phone before a small voice wakes to tell me, “hey mom, the phone is ringing”. Ugh.
Two words. If you want to hear an audible sigh and see my inner rage, say gay or retarded. I make it clear in my classroom that these are not excepted. Outlining the definitions, all the definitions, I try to get the students to see that really there are 100s of other words worthy of use. I try to stress, what are you trying to say versus how you sound when you use these words. Even adults in my daily life resort to these words and I cringe. Stop the hate. Get educated and expand your vocabulary.
This morning, while my husband took the kiddos swimming, I decided to pack up at the hotel and take a long lingering shower. While toweling off, I heard a little scratching noise. Still in just my towel, I looked around to find the source of the sound. Again, this little scratching noise. Upon going to the door to peer out, thinking the kids were returning, the maid was coming in. Luckily I put my foot against the already cracked door. We still had 4 hours until check out! How uncomfortable if I was still showering and unable to brace the door in time!
How could this happen? Hearing. Without my aids, the sound of the bathroom fan, and let’s not forget the tinnitus, I am deaf. So knock away maid, I could not hear you. Maybe hotel rooms should install flashing lights. Or maybe I should check in as “disabled”. Tough times.
This summer we discovered this sign in one of our favorite Pentwater shops. Since hanging it in the kitchen, it has been the constant source of conversation. Busy moms and a few dads have nodded, smiled, and even hailed a few “Amens!” upon seeing the sentiment.
If I had additional space, it would say “Sorry about the mess, but we live, laugh, play, sing, dance, and enjoy life here”.
Life is speeding by. Leaving little time for my beloved blogging. So I decided to shorten things up. Quick daily, or as life allows, doses of life.
Daily dose #1
Let’s call this one “Of course”
After five days with a fever, it was time to take E to the doctor. The night before the appointment, of course R wakes up screaming with a fever. Now I am home with two sick ones. Taking two in is never fun, but off to the doctor in a downpour. So of course when we arrive E’s fever has left the building and R’s is now in full rage. And of course it’s just a virus that needs to run its course. Of course there are throat ulcers, that look and sound bad, but of course you should head home and rest. Of course when we arrive home, E’s fever spikes back up. Of course it does.
We are buried. Stuffed. Compacted up the wahoo with white stuff. So much so that is attempting to break in through windows. Slowing seeping down from the third story into window after window after window. I have had enough. Almost daily for 3 weeks my husband has raked, shoveled, and thrown the stuff. To no avail. And now, more is on the way.
And it’s not just our home, it is also breaking into our work…school. 9 days already. Each one needed. Now our winter will run summer into fall.
Snow business is crazy! Roof rake, shovels, 3rd story roof inspection, special driveway salt safe for the dog, snow plowing, roof ice melts…in addition to the heating bill! My anxiety level is through said 3rd story roof!
I like snow. Beautiful, fresh, fun. But this winter? I’m ready to throw in the towel and call it quits. Siri just informed me that there are 44 days until Spring. Let’s just say Siri and I are now on a break. He’s muted.
Tonight I’m praying to Boreas the God of the North cold and Winter, God, Mother Earth, Jesus, Old Man Winter, Saint Sebald, Zeus, any and all weather influencing beings…”Stop the insanity! Enough all ready! If snow business is your business, back off a little! Yeah I’m talking to you!”
Today during my planning, a student stopped in to talk about his grades. Anxious to bring up all of his grades, he asked to redo assignments, write an essay, extra credit, ANYTHING. Now, this kid is nice, helpful in class, but not one to go the extra mile. After offering a few options and a pat on the back, I pried. Why the new interest? “My grandma smokes a lot. She keeps telling she’ll quit when I get As and Bs. I hate her smoking. I’m the only one that cares.”
Geez Grandma! Just quit! This kid cares so deeply for you and you are failing to see it.
I am so proud of this kid. I love my job!