I want to comment on the fact that yesterday was an emotional roller coaster for me. And that I am kind of sick of the lack of structure in my life. Yesterday was one of those days that I had decided was a “day off”. I decided I was going to dress comfortably and just be myself. I wasn’t going to do things for other people, only for myself. Now, I did drop off an Avon book and take a friend to work, but on a normal day that would just be a small percentage of the lengths I go to for other people, whether impressing them or doing things for them, or wearing my glasses so I don’t ram into them with my car! I just needed to be myself for a day and have the mentality “Whatever” in regards to all else. My kids being an extension of myself in my own mind, do not get included in the “Whatever”, of course.
The day was going pretty good and I was sitting here watching some Jenna Marbles (super funny) on YouTube (addicting), then decided to lay down for the next 15 minutes until the kids got home. Two minutes later the phone rings and I get a call from the school nurse. She has both of my kids and Michael was attacked at school and I need to come down there. I was told the SRO was trying to call me, but I don’t know what imaginary number they were trying to call because they didn’t call mine. I know full well they have my cell and I should have heard from someone by now, considering my son was ATTACKED AT SCHOOL. Needless to say, I plopped on my Avon Short Embroidered Boots and sailed out the door. Drove it like I stole it to the school, which is 2 miles away, hopped out and raced up to the door. At this point I heard ATTACK and SCRATCH and a whole bunch of other words that had me thinking about how these kids should be punished for hurting my Mikey.
I’m going to spare you any more details about my son’s encounter yesterday and move on. Three hours after I arrived at the school we leave and go home. I want nothing more than to call my husband and tell him what happened, but he’s on a mission and barely getting any sleep already so I can’t stress him out more with this. But at the same time, I’m holding all of this stress and it’s getting to me, bad. A couple of hours later I get a call from a friend who needs a ride home because her friend’s car isn’t working so I go to pick her up and it’s 55MPH, so naturally I’m driving anywhere between 55 & 60. I come up on a car, change lanes after the intersection to go around, and then change lanes back because I’m going to be turning right. I’m driving down the road and all of a sudden this car (the one I passed, to be exact) is running up behind me going like 70MPH and gets all the way on to my bumper. Instinctively I gas it to get away and change lanes and as they pass me, they flip me off. WTF? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST WENT THROUGH!?? I’ve never wanted to get out of my car and beat someone senseless in the Walmart parking lot before, but now I’m beginning to understand why it happens.
So I got nothing done yesterday, despite being totally inspired to make a new site and I could hardly sleep because I wanted to work on it, but I knew I needed to go to bed. And I had to switch shifts at the OG with someone because I felt sick to my stomach at the idea of being away from my phone while my kids were at that school. Now I’m completely freaked out about even sending my kids to that school and I feel totally helpless at this point.