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Today has been, shall we say…a TRYING day.
Classic Sandwich Generation responsibilities:
- Get kids off to school The cupboards were bare, so breakfast was
scant; had to send Big Sis to school for breakfast. Which she sometimes
refuses to eat if her bus friends aren’t, so I drove her today-MUCH to
her disappointment. - Grocery shopping for our household and Grandma’s
- Preschool pick-up
- Grandma pick-up, grocery delivery and Little Sis bathroom break
- Lunch for Grandma (former foodie now constrained to a kidney
failure diet), Little Sis (must have palatable kid food) and myself (a
Weight Watcher). Plus another Little Sis bathroom break - Taxi driver to doctor
- Sam’s Club shopping. Oh, and a Little Sis bathroom break
- Taxi back to doctor for Grandma pick-up and brief kidney failure
orientation, complete with booklets and two VHS tapes (do I even OWN a
VCR anymore??) - Quick stop at McDonald’s for…wait for it… a Little Sis bathroom break. And an iced coffee, to soothe my jangled nerves
- High speed taxi ride back home
- Elementary school bus stop pickup complete with my agreement to watch neighbor kid tomorrow morning
- Big Sis wails to go to elementary school hayride that evening even though I’ve already told her we won’t have time
- Unload Sam’s Club purchases
- Let out dog
- Check in with husband by phone
- Collect children, who have disappeared to play with neighbor kids
- Pick up Subway sandwiches for early dinner with Grandma
- Delivery of Grandma, children, Sam’s Club purchases and sandwiches to Grandma’s
- Homework help and more wailing by Big Sis about hayride
- Dinner and wailing
- Taxi to dance class while wailing (but this time, I join in)
- Change girls into dance clothes and do hair (Big Sis escaped before I could put her hair up)
- Fill out dance fundraiser order form and write check from my
personal account because the joint checkbook has been missing for a
week and a half - Change Little Sis’ shoes from ballet to tap and implore her to listen to the instructor instead of writhing around on floor
- Compliment Big Sis on her hip hop dancing and listen to her promise
that she’ll do anything for me if only I take her to the hayride that
started a half hour earlier - Watch Big Sis drop to her knees, burst into tears and beg
- Advise Big Sis that she’d better pull it together, or “So help me…”
- Taxi back home; husband texts that he’s shopping for last-minute science experiment supplies for tomorrow’s Girl Scout meeting
- Consider pursuing child psychologist for Big Sis, who has now
started telling me how dumb she is, hitting herself, and asking me to
murder her (that’s really not normal for a 7 year old, right??) over
the stupid hayride - Dry run of science experiment
- Husband comments on excessive clutter, I burst into tears
- TiVo presidential debate
- Blog my stressful day
So if anyone has the number of a good child psychologist in western
Pennsylvania, you’ll let me know, won’t you? If this keeps up, I’ll
have to take up therapy again myself.
