Monthly Archives: June 2010

The Kids are “Driving” Me Crazy!

When my children were younger, we were a one car family. As the kids got older and began to get driver’s licenses we got a second car. Now, I have two young adult drivers in the house and one car to share. For most of last year, car sharing was a non-issue because Princess was away at school.

This is finals week at my school and also at Stinky Boy’s school. At both of our schools, once exams are done (around 11:30) students are able to leave. SB had 2 exams today and needed to arrive on time but he could leave at 11:30. But, today is also Princess’s day off.

By the time she got home from work yesterday, she had her entire day off planned from beginning to end; starting with a gym workout this morning because she would not be able to work out for 24 hours after she donates blood this afternoon. To get to the gym, she expected she would have the car.

As I am packing my lunch to go to work, SB gets up and asks if he can take the car to school. I knew they talked about this last night and I’m annoyed that it’s an unresolved issue new in the eleventh hour! I check in with Princess to see if she could manage to work out at home for this morning. Princess says, “Fine! Let him have the car! It’s your fault when I get fat!”

So I went to SB and asked him if he could catch the bus (in 15 minutes) if Princess dropped off the car before he needed it to get home. He bolts to his room to get ready. From the other side of Princess’s closed door a perky little voice says, “SB, Diva, I can bring you to school, I’m up anyway.” Everyone is happy and the solution was so simple.

This territorial, schizophrenic episode made me late for work but I was in a great mood when I got there because I wasn’t home dealing with cars!

It’s Always Something…

I’m channeling my inner Rosanna Rosannadanna today and considering that even when you think you’ve got it all squared away, something will happen to remind you that you are NOT in control.

Consider this past weekend: Hubby had to work a shut down on Saturday. I knew about this just like I know that a “shut down” means equipment in a particular manufacturing area shuts down, so that maintenance or replacement of equipment can occur safely. Shut downs are often held in the dead of night or on weekends to minimally disrupt the manufacturing schedule.

So Hubs gets up at 4:30am on Saturday to shower and get ready to go. I wake up at 4:30 because I have this thing about having his back and making sure he gets up when his alarm goes off. I go back to sleep and wake up again around 5:15 when he comes in to say good-bye. I go back to sleep and wake up again at 6:00 am when Princess is leaving to go to work. I go back to sleep and wake up when SB is in my doorway in full soccer gear at 8:00 announcing that he is leaving for his game. I jump up thinking I had really overslept because his game is at 10:00. After I stumble around the house trying to figure out what to do first, he confesses that he overestimated how long it would take him to get to the field and I have a half hour to get ready if I want to go. But then I remember that Diva is still sleeping. Historically she can be expected not to get up until 11:00am or noon. Not wanting her to be alone sleeping in the house, I choose to stay home and send SB off in the second family vehicle, the first being driven by P who is now at work until 3.

Fast forward to the evening. Hubs did not come home at 5pm as hoped. Nor did he come home at 7:30pm, his rescheduled estimate. Hub calls at 9:30pm to tell me he is on his way home and should get home in about an hour and a half. Once I knew that he was leaving the job, I fell asleep. An hour and a half later, Hubs woke me up to tell me he was home. He woke me up again to tell me he was coming to bed (at around 1:30am). I was still tired, dreaming but nothing too Nightmare on Elm Street so I was happy that I would probably go back to a deep sleep.

All of a sudden, Elsa,the cat lets out a long, ear-piercing scream and I hear her flailing by the French doors in our bedroom. I sat upright in bed and screamed myself, thinking there was something in the house that was attacking my cat. Then I hear her growl and I know that she is having a fit because the gray and white cat must be on the deck. I look at the clock…4:30am. Hubs has jumped out of bed and gone to the door thinking it had been accidentally left open and something was in the house. I look in his direction and see Elsa (my cat) jump up at the door, hear her hit it, scream and fall down.

Hearing all the commotion, Eve, our 115-pound mixed breed, gets in on the festivities and tries to push her way toward the French doors doing the whimpering barking thing she does when a cat is in her sight. The gray and white cat continues to fight with Elsa on the other side of the French door until Hubs finally convinces the cat to move along. Once the cat is gone, Eve and Elsa leave the bedroom. I am now wide awake to begin another fantastic day!

When I had my children, I expected sleepless nights and very long days. When they were in grade school I expected very long days of driving all three children in three different directions. Now that I have two drivers and all three children are working, I anticipate a relaxing, quiet summer. Well I did, before last night. No one mentioned that once the kids could take care of themselves, the animals would go all “high maintenance on me.

Anybody want a cat! (just kidding…for now)

Hiding From the Kids…Part 2

In my fantasy life, I am a writer.  I create places and people that transport my reader to a different time and place.  In reality, I am a pathetic excuse for a blogger and I apologize.  For anyone who has wandered here looking for pearls of wisdom and has been met with the same old post from 2009, I apologize.  To my credit though, I have spent this time and guilt engaged in considering how I can do this blogging thing better.

So here’s the plan:  This blog will be my refuge for all things parental, work and generally ME related.  Reading through some of my past posts, you may have noticed that I knit and had been using this blog to document my progress on certain projects (another reason why it has been so quiet around here…nothing to show!).  If you are a knitter and are curious what the heck that chick is doing with her yarn, go here.

If you want to hear about the crazy life of a high school guidance counselor who is raising three busy teens and one husband, while taking care of two cats (one who talks and one who thinks she’s a dog, one Pomeranian and a 115 pound black dog; stay tuned here!