The Trials of a Busy Mom

I can’t even think of a title for this one

I’m a little discombobulated this morning.  I helped Megan with her homework for most of the morning.  She wasn’t getting the whole Celcius/Farenheit thing, and had gotten most of the paper wrong on adding and subtracting minutes and hours.  Since it was her birthday yesterday and I was gone, she didn’t get the homework done last night.  By the time we were done, I looked up and realized it was time for the girls to leave, and 10 minutes from John’s preschool time.  And I’m still in my pajamas.  Oh well.  I took John to preschool in my pajamas.  With no bra, I might add.  I had some lipgloss in the car, and wore my sunglasses, so I didn’t look TOO scary, and put on a jacket to mask my bralessness.  Luckily, I only saw one other mom dropping off her daughter at preschool, and she understands.  You know you sometimes see those girls who go to the grocery store in their pajamas and fuzzy slippers?  I couldn’t be one of those people.  Unless maybe I had a bra on and makeup and the pajamas were just like regular clothes.  So, now the schedule of my day has been upset.  Not like I had much of a schedule anyway, but now I’m here, in my pajamas, trying to figure out what to do next.  I think I’ll fill up the easter eggs with candy.

Oh, on the radio is one of my least favorite songs…”Come on baby light my fire.”  Sing it with me in your best “Doors” voices —You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar OK, that’s enough.  Why is it in the bottom 5 of my favorite songs?  Two words….Metal Shop.  Yes, Tina and Michelle will share the memories with me. Imagine Dean T. and Gary whats-his-name and the other flunkies in that class with us. When they wanted a light for their little torch welders, they would sing that song.  Oh, how clever. The horrible memories are flooding back.  Why did we take metal shop?  Because we were stupid, that’s why.  And we thought it would be more fun that taking home-ec.  Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.  I almost failed that class, friends.  But that’s the kind of decisions you make when you are 13 and in the 8th grade.  Oh, good, a new song.  Let’s take a deep breath, let the memories just go.  Girl.  You really got me now, you’ve got me so I can’t sleep at night.  Great.  Now I think of Sanjiah and that weird hair.  I think I’ll go and take a shower.

2 Comments

  1. Amy

    I never knew you took metal shop! The things I keep learning about my sister from this blog. . .

  2. Mich

    I LOVE that song, and many others by the Doors. And I just welded Chet’s trailer for him last weekend. Some dreams never die. However, I don’t like the twangy song “Elvira” or the smell of Elsha cologne, thanks to that shop class. Some nasty memories never die.

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