Trying Day: Classic Sandwich Material

Today has been, shall we say…a TRYING day.

Classic Sandwich Generation responsibilities:

  1. 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.
  2. Grocery shopping for our household and Grandma’s
  3. Preschool pick-up
  4. Grandma pick-up, grocery delivery and Little Sis bathroom break
  5. 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
  6. Taxi driver to doctor
  7. Sam’s Club shopping. Oh, and a Little Sis bathroom break
  8. 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??)
  9. Quick stop at McDonald’s for…wait for it… a Little Sis bathroom break. And an iced coffee, to soothe my jangled nerves
  10. High speed taxi ride back home
  11. Elementary school bus stop pickup complete with my agreement to watch neighbor kid tomorrow morning
  12. Big Sis wails to go to elementary school hayride that evening even though I’ve already told her we won’t have time
  13. Unload Sam’s Club purchases
  14. Let out dog
  15. Check in with husband by phone
  16. Collect children, who have disappeared to play with neighbor kids
  17. Pick up Subway sandwiches for early dinner with Grandma
  18. Delivery of Grandma, children, Sam’s Club purchases and sandwiches to Grandma’s
  19. Homework help and more wailing by Big Sis about hayride
  20. Dinner and wailing
  21. Taxi to dance class while wailing (but this time, I join in)
  22. Change girls into dance clothes and do hair (Big Sis escaped before I could put her hair up)
  23. 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
  24. Change Little Sis’ shoes from ballet to tap and implore her to listen to the instructor instead of writhing around on floor
  25. 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
  26. Watch Big Sis drop to her knees, burst into tears and beg
  27. Advise Big Sis that she’d better pull it together, or “So help me…”
  28. Taxi back home; husband texts that he’s shopping for last-minute science experiment supplies for tomorrow’s Girl Scout meeting
  29. 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
  30. Dry run of science experiment
  31. Husband comments on excessive clutter, I burst into tears
  32. TiVo presidential debate
  33. 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.


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