Thursday, June 4, 2009

pretty white flag

That's it. I give up.

See that thing being waved slowly above my head? It's a white flag. Big. White. Flag.

Last Friday morning, Jeff came home from work with a scratchy, sore throat. Not a huge concern, since the trees and mold counts have been wacky and I figured he was experiencing the same allergy-related junk I'd had a few weeks back. By the time I got home from work at 5:30pm, he handed Bobby to me, sat back down in a chair and proceeded to fall asleep. He ended up sleeping all evening, too, which led me to think the sore throat wasn't allergy-related and he was obviously fighting off some bug. After he worked a 48-hr. shift on Sun./Mon. and arrived home Tuesday morning, things were getting worse. Sinuses and lungs were joining the party now. Wednesday morning he ended up calling in sick (which I have never known him to do) and asked me to make an appointment for him with the doctor. Turns out he's got upper respiratory AND sinus infections, brought on by allergies. He is now outfitted with the appropriate pills and sprays to get him back on the road to Wellville, USA.

So, for the better part of a week, I tried to take over a majority of the kids/house stuff so he had nothing to do but rest.

And now? I am fried.

As if my diminishing patience and shortened tolerance for the boys' bickering/fighting/arguing wasn't enough of a tell-tale sign, I arrived at work realizing I was supposed to be somewhere else conducting an interview. And had another coming up in 40 minutes. A couple of phone calls and profuse apologies later, everything's rescheduled for next week. It hasn't been the first time in the past couple of weeks I've spaced being somewhere I should've been... and it bothers me. I don't want to be that person -- whether at home or work -- who is so overloaded and frazzled that appointments and responsibilities are compromised or completely forgotten. Not to mention being "that mom" who is constantly frowning and barking/bitching at her kids.

Looks like it's time to take a deep breath and try to regroup.

First, though, I need to attend to my scratchy, sore throat.

1 comment:

Lindy said...

We don't bark/bitch at our kids. We communicate loudly.