I can't begin to tell you how horrible my day is today.
As I sit here and type this, it's hard not to cry - that's how bad my day today has been.
I thought it was going to be a good day. The kids went to bed late - VERY late. They have been 'told' to go to bed at midnight, and they do go upstairs at midnight, but they've been in their rooms up later than that. Chris didn't get to bed until after 2 am. But at 8:30 this morning my alarm clock went off and I got up for church.
I went in to make sure the kids were getting up. Jonathan wanted to get up at 8:45, which is late for him - he usually needs an hour to get ready. Church starts at 9:30. We all got ready to go... heck I had makeup on and everything... even eye liner! But Jonathan wasn't quite there. He looked horrible, his shirt was wrinkled - it looked like he just rolled out of bed. Chris told him to go iron his shirt and he'd wait for him.
Everyone else was in the car, but Chris came out and told me to go to church without him and he and Jono would follow. Well, I figured we could all be late together by just a few minutes. That shouldn't be a biggie. I went upstairs to check on Jonathan and Jono got really angry, banging the iron into the rug out of anger.
This started the bad morning. Chris came up and an argument ensued. Julie, Kayla, Justin, Kayte, and Kayla were all still waiting in the car -- thinking Jonathan was just going to quickly iron a shirt. I went out and told them that we were not going to make it to church this morning. Chris and Jono were really angry with one another. Sigh.
Julie couldn't keep her eyes open the rest of the morning, and fell asleep for much of the rest of the morning while Chris and Jono worked things out. Later, Kayla came down and said something to Julie about the money she owed her. Chris asked "what money.... for what?" Julie explained that Kayla asked her to bring over some hot fries (some chips) and that she would pay her back. (I should note here that it was 5 bags for less than $6) The kids really like to ask Julie to bring something... candy (some Lucas/Mexican candy) or now these hot fries. I think they just like knowing their mom will bring them something every once in a while.
Chris said "Julie, you are not REALLY going to make her pay you for that, are you?" Julie said that yes, she wasn't working very much, and Kayla asked her to buy them, so yes - she was going to expect to be paid for it. Chris said "Julie, don't make me say here in front of the kids why you know you should buy them at least $5 or $6 worth of chips." Julie looked puzzled.
So I said it. I said ... "Julie, you get freaking $600 a month from the VA that BELONGS TO THE CHILDREN. You know it. I know it. The VA knows it. It's just a matter of time before they finally get the paperwork right and start sending it over to them. If she wants to you take a few freaking dollars and get her a bag of chips, you should do so... happily."
Julie explained that she was saving that money. Well, hell, I don't care if she's putting it in a tree, or sending it by plane to a safe on the moon. The fact is it's HERS. She's not putting it away for them. So it doesn't matter.
She agreed, reluctantly, to not take the money from Kayla. Although I'm not sure she totally understands why this is the right thing to do. I'm not sure that her mind grasps it.
So -- there was that. Then.... well.... Chris has been snapping all day. Working around the house, but just.... upset. Little things upsetting him. Then he'll half-hearted apologize to me. And I just continue to cry inside.
So here I sit. Five minutes to five. Knowing I have to put on my happy face and get in there and cook dinner. It's going to be a great dinner. Calypso Chicken with Island Peas and Rice. Another great Publix Apron's meal.
But Jonathan is upset. Chris is upset. I've cried off all my eyeliner. And I missed the sermon at church today on Stinky Feet. Okay, that's probably the best part of my day... I hate feet.
You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today.
Abraham Lincoln
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