Namaste 

I’m still in my work clothes.

It’s a quarter after nine.

I left work early after being cussed out by a former resident. Not because of being cussed out but because Matt had me thinking he broke his foot. So I text my boss, coworkers, and Chase’s aunt to let everyone know what was going on and rushed across town to get him and take him to the Urgent Care.

Doctors offices are his second home, in case you missed my blog series.

Took him there where they determined that he had damaged the tendon minimally – meaning it is possible he was trying to get out of chores by exaggerating his pain – ran and got Chase, did homework and baths and dinner and packed lunches and I finally collapsed on my bed completely done with everything at 830. I was proud. Considering I was up until 1130 last night and back at it at 6am, I was planning on some yoga and a shower and reading for awhile under the blankets and in my pjs.

Until Chase called me to his room 7 times in 45 minutes.

He usually falls right to sleep so this is fairly abnormal.

Another snack I can’t find Ochie  (What he named his dollar store octopus that he has to have every night) my sheets came off I’m thirsty another snack can I sleep with you do I have school tomorrow

Arrrrrggggghhhhh!

I admit. I ran outside to have some peace.

Now he’s quiet and I’m just waiting for Matt to come up with a reason to need my assistance.

I love my children. I really do. I’m glad Matt’s foot isn’t broke and someday Chase won’t want cuddles from his momma and I should be grateful for the time I have with them. They’ll never be 12 and 5 again.

But oh my life these work and school schedules are killing me.

Time for some namaste my lovely offspring. Leave momma alone.

Published by: A. Elizardo

Single mother to two amazing boys, sister to an inspiration, and the daughter of two opinionated, sarcastic, fun loving individuals that are no longer physically with us. Music, writing, reading, my family - living and gone - are what keep me going as I put on my rose colored glasses and navigate us through this crazy world.

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