Thursday, April 4, 2013

Stress = Corn Dogs

I've been slacking on my blogging lately; nothing has been inspiring me enough to get off my butt go to the computer and actually write down my thoughts.

Well, last night I got some inspiration.  Or rather, I got so freakin frustrated that it was either vent here or call one of y'all for bail money.

We have a crazy schedule around here.  It changes almost daily.  5 of the kids are playing sports, all on different teams.  One of them has 2 different sports over-lapping.  And practice times change depending on gym availability, weather, how much the coaches hate me... No sir, not really.  But sometimes it feels like they have secret meetings about how best to F with the Black Sheep family.  "Let's leave only a 6 minute break between softball and basketball  practice. Let's say we're done at 5:00 but not let the kids out until 5:40.  Let's schedule softball and baseball games at the same time in different towns so the mom has to choose which kid she's going to watch; that ought to start some nice bickering in their house, mwah ha ha ha......"   <<stress>>

So last night I was running around doing the pick up/drop off/pick up/drop off routine, with the added bonus of having a Sports Boosters meeting to go to (of which I am the vice-president. Dammit.)  I couldn't figure out how to get the 13 year old picked up from basketball practice when I would already be at the meeting, and possibly running it.  So she didn't go to practice.  And for some reason that bothered me greatly.  I HATE not being able to do it all.  People often comment to me:  "I don't know how you do it!  So many kids involved in so many things, you must be supermom!"  So when I can't figure out how to do everything at the same time, I feel like I'm failing.  I feel like I'm letting a kid down if I'm not at their Everything. So I was stressing about that.  <<stress>>

At the meeting I was a little on edge because there was someone there that I had had a bad experience with years ago regarding one of my sons. He clearly didn't remember who I was, but I knew him. I also had brought my 11 year old to the meeting with me because there wasn't time to bring him home after baseball and get back to the meeting on time. So he was sitting to the side doing homework and behaving very well; I just kept checking on him, waiting for him to misbehave (which he didn't). <<stress>>

I got out of the meeting about 8pm.  I realized that I had forgotten to tell the hubs that there was something in the freezer that he could cook for dinner. Surely he could figure that out on his own.  Surely he would look through the kitchen and make sure the kids got dinner. It was 8 at night on a school night.

Wrong.

I texted him to ask if anyone had eaten and his response was "Don't believe so".  So not only did he not make anything for dinner, he didn't even tell the kids to find something or suggest sandwiches or anything. Nothing. Nada. Nichts. (That's nothing in German. I felt this paragraph needed a German word to properly convey the situation.)  <<stress>>

So I had to go to the grocery store at 8 at night to get something for dinner.   <<stress>

Corn dogs it is.

Nutritional value:  nichts
My level of caring: also nichts

Corn dogs are pretty nasty, I think, but the kids love them.  And they were quick and there was a large size box (complete necessity in a household the size of mine.  I got 2 large boxes.  And chips.)

Having a healthy hearty dinner was a complete fail.  But I don't think that was my fail; it was the hubs' fail. 

Right?  RIGHT??

I was pretty flippin frustrated, as evidenced by the way I didn't speak to anyone and just immediately started nuking corn dogs and opening bags of chips.  "Come eat guys; it's almost bedtime..." I called, not at all trying to make a point.   <<stress>>

In conclusion, stress = corn dogs.

                                                              

14 comments:

  1. Oh, crap, I thought stress was for baking. Stress = corn dogs? I've been doing it wrong all this time? Don't tell my kids . . .

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  2. I bet your kids thought having corn dogs was awesome! I was just telling my husband I am dreading the days of sports for exactly all the reasons you listed in this post. How can you be in two places at once...you can't. I'm going to stock up on Corn dogs now. ;)

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    1. Lol! In one way, sports saves me; it keep them occupied, gives them a positive activity to do, burns off their energy. And I lovvve to watch. But in another way, it'll be the death of me.

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  3. Nice touch with the German. I read it with my valley girl trying Ebonics Dutch/German accent... It was pretty sad. I m not gonna lie we eat ceral or Ramen noodles sometimes, it is super classy after all. We have 5 in different sports teams and overlapping, the next few months will be torture...

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    1. Ha! Laughing out loud imagining your accent!! And Ramen noodles rock.

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  4. All those years of stress and that's not even involving kids and all I had to do was eat 'corn dogs'. Why didn't I figure that out? It's much cheaper than Valium, fills you up and makes you feel all warm instead. I must go and tell my doctor that he doesn't know what he's doing, ha ha ha, and I must go shopping now to search for this fix. Funny post Black Sheep Mom.

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    1. If your doctor is a man, then he clearly doesn't understand our Woman Survival Tips. Too bad, lol. I can't guarantee corn dogs will fix anything, but they're definitely a result of a day from the sewers lol.

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  5. Oh this makes me dread when my boys start all the sports stuff O_o Good thing we already stay stocked up on corn dogs anyway because I'm just lazy some days and don't want to actually cook lol

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  6. Oh God I do NOT miss the days of running around to a million different places at night for all the kids' activities. Thankfully when my 4th kid decided he wanted to quit choir, I didn't even bat an eyelash. Fine by me. And don't feel so bad--I had to resort to Cocoa Puffs for dinner on a few nights!

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    1. Why can't the district just let me schedule all the games, in a way that works for me? Is that too much to ask? Geez

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  7. I'm commenting on this again because I'm sorry but the corn dogs deserve it! Oh and because I am still dreading the sports schedule. xoxo
    Glad you hooked up on the Hump Day hook up. :)

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    1. Thanks for coming by again! And I think your boys have just enough space between their ages to always be on different teams. You're welcome for that thought ;) xo

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