Mommy Has Her Hands Full

Let me catch you up on my little life. My husband left for a business convention and will be gone a week. Today was DAY TWO of my harrowing adventures into single parenting. I don't wish to offend single parents, I was one for 9 years and find myself wondering how I handled it all.

Two weekends ago I deposited a check into my checking account and with the holiday weekend (Labor Day) I couldn't actually use any of my money until Wednesday cause the bank wasn't open til Tuesday and then my deposit was finally credited to my account Tuesday night. It was IN there, just not credited and showing as my available balance. Once it was credited I was able to use it like normal and get on with my life. This past weekend almost the same thing happened. My husband knew he was leaving and deposited a check into my account for me to use for a bill and food for me and the kids for the week while he's gone. Again, do I have money? Well, yes, but it's not credited to my account because it was deposited over the weekend. Knowing it was IN there, I paid that bill and they were nice enough to actually pay it the same day, even though it wasn't a business day. Yes, you can debit anytime...crediting your account takes forever. So, technically I'm overdrawn even though there's money in there. What that means is that I am broke until they credit my account. No gas, no groceries, no nothing. So we wait. Tell me again...I put my money in the bank because....???? I can't ever get to it when I need it.

Last night I stepped on a small shard of broken glass and couldn't get it out of my foot. I quit trying thinking I'd rest overnight and maybe my body would push it out a little more so I could remove it. That was a fine plan until this morning when I woke up late and forgot all about it and walked on it and by the time I got to somewhere where I could see and sit I'd walked on it enough to push it completely into my foot.

Kaia, my 6 year old, had a fit and I had to dress her, carry her downstairs and buckle her into her car seat so I could put on her socks and shoes. Then I took her to school where I had to carry her crying, whiny body inside. The counselor held her hand and walked her to her class. (Thank god for Mrs. M!)

I discovered that my fridge light did not just go out, the whole fridge is dead. The frozen stuff thawed (there wasn't much, we ate that for lunch), the light is out, I checked the breakers and the plug and smacked the control thingy and still nothing. If I'm ever allowed to USE my money (let me say that again) MY money (SHEESH!) I'm going to have to get just bare refrigerated essentials and bags of ice and use the cooler. We have oatmeal and soup to eat. We had soup for dinner, that leaves oatmeal for breakfast. The kids have used up the pop and juice we had, and I'm left with almost a whole gallon of milk....waiting til I have money to buy ice to keep it cold so I can see if its still any good or I have to buy more.

Because of the no money and the no gas thing the babies and I walked to school to pick up Corbin (age 7) and Kaia. We made it in 13 minutes. With Corbin it takes 27. (Oy vey.) Yes. We walked to school. With glass in my foot. Yep. I let the kids play on the playground for a while (so I could sit down) and then we walked home (without Corbin who begged to go to his friend Adam's house. (God bless Adam's mom.)

The good parts of today are that since we couldn't go anywhere the laundry is about caught up and we got to walk home from school with Caitria (age 8)'s friend and her mom. My husband called home on a break from his classes and told me there's a GFCI outlet by the fridge and if that goes out it takes the fridge with it. So after all the work I did (running around the scary basement, pulling the fridge out from the wall and smacking it silly) all I had to do was click the reset button on the outlet. *slaps self in forehead* Yay for Daddy! He called back after that class to tell the kids goodnight and Corbin told him "Mom did what you said..." and Daddy finished, "Because I know everything." Corbin giggled. I'm just happy we have a cold place for food and I won't have to spend who knows how much calling a repair person.

Just when I thought the day was winding down my neighbor asked me to please tell the girls (ages 3 and 4) not to climb on her car and jump up and down. (Oh my hell!?!?!?) I may have to retract what I said in my last blurb about them being sweet little angel babies.