I know I'm not invisible

I am having one of those days that I tend to have from time to time during the summer. Summertime means that the kids are home and that I have not one iota of time to myself; not even when I'm at work, because I have to take them with me. But this is not so much the problem. What I truly miss during the summer especially is not having a daughter.

A daughter would mean having someone to identify with, because none of the males in this house identify with me. No one is to blame, it is unfortunately just the way it is. The six cats don't give me much feedback when I roll my eyes over something of strictly male origin.

Today was just one of those days when I felt alone, in need of a female to talk to, because you see, at certain times of the day I am simply not visible. I know this to be true. Nothing I have to do is nearly as important as what anyone else wants to do, and no matter what plans I may have for the day to take an hour for myself, the plan seems to get foiled. I'm sure it is just my mood because today just started off badly.

The end of the month is kind of busy for me at the church. The newsletter is due by the first of the week and of course now is the time that the pastor, the council president and everyone else decides that they have something that must go into the newsletter. Add to that the fact that VBS is right around the corner and with Paula away on the mission trip, I am trying to organize and get ready. Add to that the fact that I have a six year old who is unable to amuse himself at the church up my butt every five minutes and I'm damn lucky to get ANYTHING done at all. Then the phone rings.

The decision was made that the Brit would be the one to handle Aaron's middle school schedule as he is generally the first one awake in the morning and middle school (and the summer school Aaron is in now) starts way earlier than elementary school. Yesterday, it went well. Today, Aaron did not get his ADHD medication, so he calls me at work from school at 9:30, which means dropping everything I'm trying to do, pulling Jarrit, who has finally found a means of amusement (and mind you, it was the last bit of self amusement he found today) off his playing to get into the car, drive to the house, get the pills, take them to the middle school, find a human being, walk down world's longest hall, all to give this child his medication so that he did not drive his teachers to the brink of insanity. Nevermind that I have Tuesday meetings at the church and am breaking speed barriers to get back in time. I know the whole pill forgetting thing was not intentional, but I still had to deal with the aftermath.

So, I get home, after getting next to nothing done today (and unless the six year old finds himself something to do, I don't see much getting accomplished until September.), to find that Aaron, who was instructed to wait on the porch until we got home, has decided to climb in through a window, just to irritate me. Of course, once home, there is vacuuming to do, our bedding to wash (due to complaints over cat hair) , children to threaten (I swear, they should outlaw summer vacation because the kids have no idea what to do with themselves) and finally a little plan forms. I am going to take a little break once the kids are outside and finish sewing up two little felted bags I have to send out of the country to friends, and while doing this I am going to watch Dr. Phil.

Truth be told, I hate Phil McGraw. He bugs the crap out of me, but it was just a reason to chill out for awhile. To not hear children "mom"ing me, which I have been hearing since 8:00 this morning, non-stop (I'm dead serious on that, people). The plan is going very well and then the phone rings (I really need to get away from telephones obviously).

The Brit wants me to record the World Cup game for him. With DISH tivo, you can't tape one thing and watch another, so soccer it is. Again, I don't even like Dr. Phil and I know how important World Cup soccer is, but sometimes it would just be nice to hear "Do you mind" or "Are you watching anything?" Again, I'm sure he didn't think about it, because I NEVER watch television in the afternoon (and now I know it obviously wasn't meant to be). So, instead of relaxing, I shucked corn, marinated salmon, switched loads of laundry and by that time, Aaron was back inside arguing with me over his need to wet his head down in the kitchen sink (which entails water all over my floor and is really not something I feel urge to deal with, plus he had only been outside for five freaking minutes), and Jarrit with a million questions (When is Sunday School? Is this a Canadian penny? Can I feed the cats? Can I have some watermelon?). So, here I sit venting about the whole thing.

So my day is left with cooking dinner, cleaning up after dinner, remaking our bed, and taking Aaron to therapy. Quite a redfreakinletter day, I'd say! And during the summer, this is most days! Which is why Friday night....hear me? FRIDAY NIGHT I am going with Kelly to visit with Robyn for awhile. To be with GIRLS who understand days like today and will sympathize. Let someone else parent the kids for awhile. I don't even care if the cats do it. I just need a break. Period.

How many more days till school starts?