Over the last week I've been swept down a mountain with an avalanche that I neither expected nor quite knew how to deal with. Between my mother-in-law, the demon that is my mother rearing her ugly head and my daughter's 16th birthday and a veritable tsunami of unexpected orders for our business (with each order taking several hours over the course of 2 - 4 days to complete) I'm overwhelmed and reeling.
The work thing is a blessing. I don't hesitate to feel grateful for it, it's just the entire package of "when it rains.. it pours" that I'm having a tough time adjusting to. It came out of nowhere and I was completely unprepared since I was focusing on making my daughter's birthday really special on an incredibly tight budget.
But today I came downstairs, poured a cup of coffee and surveyed the damage. My children were sprawled across furniture watching television, their entourage of teenager/7 year old paraphernalia was strewn about as far as the eye could see. Through the blur of dead wii remotes, empty soda cans, ipod head phones and shoes I realized that absolutely none of their chores had even been remotely attempted. They were completely on "spring break" mode and apparently assumed (incorrectly) that I was going to come down and clean up after them and care for them before going in and going to work on the files stacked on the edge of my desk.
Before I could get to those files I was snapped at by a teenager who expected to be allowed to go to the movies with her boyfriend. She found out the hard way that snapping at your mother gets you a full day of chores and spring cleaning and no movie outing. Then I was bombarded with phone calls from my husband who just couldn't understand why I might need to vent about the children, the house, and yes, the snappy teenager who had really hurt my feelings with her PMS-laden viciousness. It would seem that I am free at any moment of the day to listen to him vent about his job, his mother, my mother, and my family - but 15 minutes of listening to me was simply taking up too much of his precious time. I hung up on him because I have that sort of disregard for my thoughts and feelings right here live in front of me - no need to go looking for them by phone as well.
The work thing is a blessing. I don't hesitate to feel grateful for it, it's just the entire package of "when it rains.. it pours" that I'm having a tough time adjusting to. It came out of nowhere and I was completely unprepared since I was focusing on making my daughter's birthday really special on an incredibly tight budget.
But today I came downstairs, poured a cup of coffee and surveyed the damage. My children were sprawled across furniture watching television, their entourage of teenager/7 year old paraphernalia was strewn about as far as the eye could see. Through the blur of dead wii remotes, empty soda cans, ipod head phones and shoes I realized that absolutely none of their chores had even been remotely attempted. They were completely on "spring break" mode and apparently assumed (incorrectly) that I was going to come down and clean up after them and care for them before going in and going to work on the files stacked on the edge of my desk.
Before I could get to those files I was snapped at by a teenager who expected to be allowed to go to the movies with her boyfriend. She found out the hard way that snapping at your mother gets you a full day of chores and spring cleaning and no movie outing. Then I was bombarded with phone calls from my husband who just couldn't understand why I might need to vent about the children, the house, and yes, the snappy teenager who had really hurt my feelings with her PMS-laden viciousness. It would seem that I am free at any moment of the day to listen to him vent about his job, his mother, my mother, and my family - but 15 minutes of listening to me was simply taking up too much of his precious time. I hung up on him because I have that sort of disregard for my thoughts and feelings right here live in front of me - no need to go looking for them by phone as well.
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