1. I am so lazy. A friend called me this week about a part-time job that would require only 12 hours of my time (two six-hour days) and pay $20 per hour. The catch? I'd have to be there at 7:50 am. Uh, really? You want me up, dressed, child free, and somewhere out in the world before 8 am? I just don't think I can do it. The superior side of me says that I could make twice that on a freelance gig that requires less time but the honest side of me says I'm just spoiled by how I haven't had to be presentable and in an office that early in at least three years. Why start now?
2. My kid is driving me nuts. You'd think the problem would be the two year old, but she's predictable and easy to manipulate. The nine year old is a completely different story. He can be surly and wild and unmanageable. It's too cold to put him out and it's illegal to cage him up. I don't want to spank him -- not that I'm against it -- but he's too old for spanking and doing it would only make him surly and disagreeable. I don't want to spend long hours yelling ... and when I do yell, it's inevitably the baby who learns a lesson (which is to scream when she's mad). So the end result is I'm in a foul mood, the nine year old is out of control, and the two year old is in tears because neither Mama nor Javi are behaving in nice ways.
3. It's my fault he's driving me nuts because I forgot to get his prescription filled. A kid who needs medication is a kid who needs medication. Of course, I'm not the only adult in the house, so technically there should be a backup when my brain implodes -- but the other adult doesn't really see this as his job so I'm the one responsible and I'm the one who forgot.
I feel so much better now.