Oh law. The indecision and lack of task completion continues. Today I half finished a whole buncha stuff. And felt like I did nothing. And if I told you what I did you would probably say, "Why Buff, that's pretty good for one day!"...but I think I could do a pretty good job of making my list sound long and impressive, even if it is unfinished.
When the kids got home from school I just added to the chaos by starting homework with the twins, then stopping homework to play Yahtzee with the twins (who are marginal mathemeticians at best), then taking said twins (and Maggie and a friend) up to the pool. I sat in the hot, blazing sun and talked on the phone to my husband for the first time in two days while Tori stewed in time out on a lawn chair. All while hiding my unshowered and un-made up self behind a pair of RayBans. (BTW, RayBans can cover over a multitude of sins. And if you add hoop earrings, well then sister you're ready to tango.)
We left the pool, took Maggie's sweet friend home, then went to find dinner. I struggle SO with dinner. I can.not.make.a.decision. I swear I had twelve plans thoroughly thought through in my head and we didn't end up doing a single one of them. I was asking my kids (my KIDS!!) what they wanted to do for dinner. What a rookie move! I'm better than this, people...I've been at this a long time. I ended up listening to their suggestions and literally clawing at my own face while saying, "I am soooo hungry I can barely STAND it!". I really said that. And I really clawed. I ended up going to get food supplies for dinner and a smoothie to tide us over. But not before trying to find the perfect word for what I was experiencing.
I've heard the word HANGRY...hungry/angry. And it's a really great word. Brilliant, actually. But I needed more. I was also real sweaty, unshowered, feeling overweight, angry, starving and acting like a two year old. What should we call that, people? I just can't decide. HOTHANGRY covers most of it, except for the fact that you could say the 'th" together and then it just sounds weird.
I'm open to suggestions. For now, though, I will just categorize myself as a Mama who is strung out and needing some Calgon. Or Jesus.
P.S. (Written post dinner and Blue Moon)...Waaaaahhhhhh Waaaaahhhhh. I'm a whiny child. Military spouses and single parents, y'all are legit. Saying grateful prayers for you tonight.