I'm having a Monday. It's all my own doing I know. But still. It's a Monday.
I slept in and was running late by 7:05.
J12 is still on crutches and I'm having to push him pretty hard to get over himself and his hurt ankle. It is hurting. But he is under the impression he should sit on the couch for four weeks while it heals. Wrong.
Two minutes before it is time to leave D8 says, and I quote, "Where are my glasses?"
No. No no no no no people. No. DO. NOT. LOSE. YOUR. GLASSES.
J12 has had glasses since first grade and has never lost them. Responsible, neurotic, crazy old soul that he is.
D8 loses them every day. I've ripped the house up and can't find them. I need to work (begs the question why am I blogging, I know I know!) So I'm taking turns between working (OK blogging) and searching for glasses.
I have a feeling this time they are gone and I won't find them until I buy a new pair. We have football tonight (D8's first game of the year) so I probably have to fit going to a one-hour glasses place in with homework and football.
Really I know this is not that bad. There are people out there with real problems.
Mostly I'm mad at myself for not making him wear the glasses on the weekends, for not realizing I needed to find them last night, for not keeping my house cleaner and I'm even mad at myself for being sick this weekend (like I could help it) and staying in bed and letting the house go to hell.
That's so stupid and irrational. Were women doing this 100 years ago? 200? 1,000? Have we always expected ourselves to do everything and be responsible for everything and feeling guilty for things like catching a freaking cold?
That's to much for a Monday. I'm gonna go look for those freaking glasses.
After all that I found his glasses.