I Can't Do it All

I like to present a front that everything is fine.  That I have it all together.  But if you look deeper inside me and/or live in our house for longer than a day you will see that all I do is manage the chaos on any given day.

Let's take today as an example:

I wake up at the last possible second, wash my face, put my contacts in, brush my teeth, run a brush through my hair, throw on some jeans and a hoodie and my old tennis shoes, run out the door and grab an oatmeal and coffee from Burger King (because the McDonalds line is too long) on the way to work. 

I get to work and realize that I do not have my cell phone with me.  I get an email from my husband wanting to know if I want him to drop off my phone.  (Super sweet offer) "No thanks," I say, "I am only working half a day and will be fine without it until I get home." 

A few minutes later I get another email from him, "There is a possibility that you have my car keys in your car."  I run out to my car and check.  Yep, in the glove compartment. 

I get in the car, drive to our house as fast as I legally can because without car keys my husband cannot get my son to school and my daughter to preschool. 

I get home and walk in the door to a silent, dark house.  Really?? 

I get my phone and call my husband, "Where are you?"  They are walking to school.  "Okay, I'll meet you at the school and pick up Miss J to drop her off at preschool." 

I drive to school, pick up Miss J, and leave my husband to walk home after he walks Little R in to the school. 

We arrive at preschool 20 minutes late and while we are walking in Miss J mentions that today is library day and she doesn't have her library books.

I work for part of the day (an hour longer than I was supposed to), go to the bank, go to Walmart, wait in a long line in the automotive department (behind a person buying their groceries... in the automotive department.  Really?) to get a key made for our new-to-us car. 

I did not have lunch yet so I grab some beef jerky from the check out line. (At least I didn't get the peanut butter pretzels and eat the whole 500 calorie bag like I wanted to...)

I pick up Miss J from the sitter and, when we get home, try the new key.  It doesn't unlock the car door which means I'll have to return it and have it remade.

I pick up Little R from school and notice he has his pants on backwards and after inquiring understand they have been like this all day.

On top of it, I have cramps, I am exhausted and want to eat my weight in chocolate.

The fact that I have supper in the crockpot is a miracle.  Truly.

Hopefully tonight is not a repeat of two weeks ago when I showed up late to choir practice because I couldn't find my car keys and ended up having to walk to choir practice.

Today I want to give up.  I can't do it all, you know?! 

(I know this post is overly dramatic and once my hormones return to normal I will have a fresh, positive outlook on life again but today and, honestly, the past week have pretty much sucked.)