Get Out

I had to get out this morning. I haven't taken the chiclets anywhere in 2 weeks. I needed to send off the birthday invitations for Joshua. I found one shoe and one sock for Nathan. I asked him all kinds of questions. Where is your sock? Where is your shoe? Where did you put them? He answered YEP to all of the above. I told Sarah to get her jacket. She checked the dryer, the laundry basket, the closet. At this point I couldn't think through the crying that was coming from Timothy. I yelled at Sarah, "Check somewhere else, just CHECK!" Found a shoe and a sock for Nathan. Once outside I talked loudly to myself. WhydoIdothis?WhatamIthinking?Whyisthissohard? I opened the van and was tickled to hear the alarm go off. I dug in my purse for the keys as Tim and Nathan cried and Sarah plugged her ears. All in the van. Deep cleansing breath. At the post office I ran in to buy stamps. I didn't want to see or talk to anyone this morning as I was doing my best imitation of a slug. I walked up to the stamp machine which spit out all my change as fast as I put it in. It was some whacked out postal slot machine, but I didn't win any stamps.
I redeemed the morning by going to the park to run around for a solid hour. I know the kids who come to the birthday party will appreciate all I went through to get them their invitations.