Kate's Sad Day (also known as Day 19)

I should have known it would be a bad day when I stepped outside and found cat vomit mixed with undigested chunks of food in my driveway.

Today I finally had my first emotional breakdown. I spent the morning running errands with Sydney, which is becoming increasingly difficult as she becomes increasingly like a typical two year old. (I never went through this with Madison.)

I dealt with so many slow, mean people and felt overwhelmed by all the tasks before me, and realized that I cannot keep up this pace much longer. On a typical day, I wake up at 4, 5, and 6 am with back pain. I finally cave in and get up at 6. I race to the shower before the kids hear me. I wake the kids up, wrestle with them to get sun screen and clothing on. Plop them in front of breakfast, assemble the lunches made the night before, prep whatever food and snacks Kevin, me and the kids might possibly need that given day because there is no food at the new house. I head off to the chiropractor (which doesn't seem to be helping the back problem), then speed over to the house to start painting. Often some miscellaneous errand side tracks me, and I end up frustrated that I can't get started on my painting early enough.

I paint like a fiend, and then try to scrub the paint off my skin so I look presentable as I race off on my 20 minute drive to pick up Sydney at daycare two towns away. Then over to the after school care to get Madison, who asks, "What's for dinner?" Most days, there is no answer because there was no time to grocery shop, meal plan, or prepare a damn thing. So all too often, we end up eating fast food amongst the paint fumes. Then, we race home for bath and story time.

The kids are now in bed, not necessarily asleep though. Time to rest now? Nope, no time for resting or watching one of those cool-looking new TV shows. Time to make the damn lunches for the next day, publish the blog, respond to emails, set up delivery appointments, pay bills, etc. etc. etc. Or in Kevin's case, go back to the house to do MORE work.

The kids are getting so neglected and acting out because of it. I feel like a horrible parent right now.

Sad. Tired. Guilty.

But today, an angel appeared. No, not the ghost of the guy who died in the house. It took the form of grandparents!!! The Scotts are coming to the rescue!!!! They heard our cries for help, and so starting on Sunday night, we will have babysitters for a few days before they head off on their pre-planned trip to Mexico. And not only that, but they will come back next month on their way back from Mexico! Bless you. Bless you. Thank you! You guys are the best!

And one more positive came out of today. My good friend Tiffany had her overdue baby. Finally. Her baby boy, Adrian James was born at quarter to 6 in the morning and weighed a little over 8 pounds.

But once again, wouldn't you know it, I felt badly for not making it over to the hospital to see her. I guess that's the plan for tomorrow then...