Jan's Taxi Service....NOT!
Today has been one of those days where you start out with all kinds of good intentions and wind up getting absolutely nothing accomplished that you wanted to do for yourself.I don't know what it is about my daughter, but I can have my plans made and inevitably she'll come up with something that is earth shatteringly important that I absolutely must do for her or the world will come to an end. Stupid me; I buy into it every time.
Today was a good example of that. I had planned to scrub walls. Spring cleaning and all. No it isn't the greatest thing in the world to do, but it is something that I do twice a year. I don't care if others don't. I don't even care if others think it is silly to do. It's something I've done my whole life, starting in childhood helping my Mother clean from top to bottom and stem to stern and everything in between; twice a year. The rule of thumb is if it hasn't been used in the last 6 months or will not be used in the next 6 months it gets thrown out, or sold at a yard sale.
Anyway, I got two walls done in the hallway when my daughter called me with. Can you drive James to his orthodontist appointment at 3:30pm in Aberdeen? What am I suppose to say. Screw James' teeth? No I can't drive there? Hell, she already knows I have two days off work. She already knows I'm broke. She already knows I can't say no to her. ( Ya, I have guilt trips big time and I guess I'll never get over them; surely I've paid my dues by now, but I guess I'll be chained as a servant to her for the rest of my life. I hate it, but that's my life.) What is the cause of my guilt trip? None of your business; at least not right now. I'll eventually tell it here, but not any time soon.
So, I drop everything and take the grandson to his appointment.
I spend extra gas money I don't have to do it. I spend food money I can't afford to take so we can have a little one on one time. He is fifteen and will probably be 18 and leaving home before we realize it, so I want to make sure every opportunity I have with him is worth a memory. He's talking joining the service. That scares the crap out of me. I don't agree with this so called war on terror to begin with. We were sold a bill of goods and now our children, husbands, wives, and even grandparents are being killed. Our country's popularity is at the lowest it's ever been in history and our leaders are following the script of "Animal Farm". Hell No I don't want James in the service!
So after we get back from Aberdeen and I take him home, his mother and he get into a big old fight. She's yelling at him and he's fed up with it and walked out. Here I am sitting on the sidelines like I have egg on my face. What the heck do I do? I sure don't want in the middle of it. I can't get up and leave. I have things I wan to do at home, yet I'm stuck in this nightmare; wide awake.
When I finally did get home I was all out of the mood for scrubbing walls. All I wanted to do was lock myself in and hide from any visitors. I know I'll have some; I always do. It's like they are sitting and watching for my car to hit the parking lot. Human vultures circling; just waiting. Sure enough; I was home about 20 minutes and the phone starts ringing.
I ignored it and let the answer machine get it. I have another day of playing Robin's taxi service ahead of me; while trying to study for my up coming CDL School Bus Cert. sticker written test. AND simultaneously getting my Spring cleaning done before Summer.
Some days I just wish I'd never gotten out of bed.
posted by Jan myrz @ 11:05 PM
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