NOTHING is awesome about pneumonia, that's what's awesome about pneumonia.
My kids gave me one hell of a cold that turned into a sinus infection that turned into a antibiotic resistant strain of pure evil that set up shop in my lungs. Anyone else thinking of that Musinex commercial now? For the past two weeks I've been working on breathing. Just breathing.
And when I'm sick its amazing what gets lost in the cracks of everyday life.
The kids had an after school art program they were begging to go to, just begging. I signed them up and promptly, and totally, forgot about it.
So that Monday my daughter went out after school for me to pick her up only I wasn't there. Somewhere in the back corner of my mind I knew she had after school art but here's the rub: she did not.
I didn't remind the kids what the day looked like from our daily calender and she didn't know.
After twenty minutes of standing outside, the secretary figured out what was going on and ushered her into the art room. You know, the art room her brother was happily sitting in, crafting away. See, he remembered he had after school art. It just never crossed his mind to see where she was.
When she walked into the art room and saw him happily crafting away she broke down in tears all over again.
When I went to pick the kids up I was pulled aside, told what happened and again my little girl went turned into a complete and utter puddle.
I felt horrible. She was out front waiting for me and I never came. Talk about feeling like a shitty, horrible parent. I calmed her down, bribed her with a trip to Dairy Queen that was mostly more for me and I thought things were right with the world.
Only they weren't.
"You don't love me. You hate me. I think I want a new mom. If I had a new mom, she'd never forget me. She'd love me...and make me cookies....and not forget me in front of school."
All the way home.
I had enough. I snapped pulling into the subdivision. Pulled a hard right and curbed the minivan. All the safety harnesses were working on the seat belts. I confirmed it.
"GOD BLESS AMERICA, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you! Mommy's sick! I don't feel good. You guys gave me some horrible plague and I'm sorry I forgot one little thing. I'm sorry!"
Cough, cough, cough, hack, hack, cough.....shallow breath in and....
"You know, you guys are old enough to look at that calender in the morning and see what is going on in your lives. It's up there for a reason and it's most certainly not there for my health. Now I want QUIET for the rest of the way home!"
And I pulled back out onto the street and drove the whole fifty feet to our house in silence. Only to walk inside and to be met by a calender that looked like this:
|She in PJ's....don't judge.|
And two kids, exclaiming, "See!!! How can we possibly know what is going on, Gracie drew all over it! This is all your fault. Our new mom would never let this happen!"
I gave up. I swear, one day I will have grown children that can function for themselves. God as my witness, I will. They may be in therapy for the rest of their lives but by God, it will happen.
Right now I want their new mom to come in here and see what she can do with this place, she can start by cleaning that damn calender board. That things a mess.