Well, I guess I’ll just go ahead and address the big fat elephant in the room. Maybe nobody around here wants to admit it, but I seem to be really sucking ass at my job lately. I’m trying to juggle way too many balls at once, and who am I kidding? I don’t even know how to freaking juggle! So, yes, this is my pity party, so pull up a seat cause you’re all invited.
The arrival of our literal little son of a bitch has thrown a big wrench in my ability to get a grip on anything around here. He takes up so much of my time that I feel like I’m neglecting the kids, who are by far WAY higher up in the pecking order of importance. I feel like I’m constantly telling them that we’ll have to play that game later or read this book another time so I can deal with the dog. I’m totally sucking in my role as entertainer.
In addition, I’ve also been like a giant road block for my kids’ brain cells. I totally missed the boat last week on an entire week’s worth of spelling activities for school. Yep, Mama Jackass somehow overlooked a whole list of homework assignments and didn’t even discover this little brain fart until over the weekend. Oopsy daisy. Luckily, they were just at-home activities that kids were supposed to do each night with their parents, but still, I should’ve been more on top of my game.
Then, there’s the whole issue of trying to tame the Tazmanian Devil. Since I was at my wit’s end with the pooch all last week, the hubs spent a lot of time trying to teach him how to not be a maniac over the weekend. I made sure to carefully watch his technique so that I could continue with it once he went back to work on Monday. So why is it then that the dog refused to do ANYTHING I asked him to do even though I was doing the exact same thing my husband was doing over the weekend? Does he have something against me or what? I swear if he had a middle finger, I know for certain that he’d totally be flipping me off. The dog is clearly trying to tell me to eff off. All he does is bite me and step in his own shit.
Then there’s my inability to be even somewhat of a semi-pleasant wife lately. I am so frustrated and exhausted by the end of the day that I end up falling asleep by the time my tush finally makes that long-awaited contact with the couch. I even turned down my husband’s offer to take me on a date over the weekend and opted to order out sushi instead. How lame am I? Yeah, I’m just a barrel of fun these days — being with me lately is only slightly more fun than a sharp stick in the eye. Good God, am I turning into Kate Gosselin?!
So, to summarize my efforts around here: kids = failing, dog = failing, husband = failing. My report card looks pretty pathetic, don’t ya think? I am flunking out big time with everything and everybody. I gotta snap outta this and get back in the driver’s seat cause I am not a fan of spinning out of control. It makes me dizzy.
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