Oh. My. God.
The post shoulder surgery week was way more challenging than I had even imagined.
We are at 8 days post-op and both SuperHubby and I are exhausted. Him because it is hard to get a solid couple of hours sleeping in a recliner with your right arm strapped to your chest and me because it has been literally non-stop around here for the past seven days. I have logged more hours in the car than I ever thought possible.
SuperHubby is definitely on notice. This can not happen again. He needs to pull it together. I can not have him falling apart at this stage of the game.
I totally mean it.
So back to surgery day and one of the most exhausting days ever...
SuperHubby spent the afternoon of his surgery in a blissful state of semi-consciousness due to some heavy duty narcotics and the awesome nerve block.
I spent the afternoon minivan road racing.
I raced out of the house for school pick up about 10 minutes later than I should have (Because I always do that and if nothing else I try to stay consistent). About halfway to the middle school I realized that I had forgotten Princess's lacrosse bag. One of Princess's friends had volunteered to bring her to lacrosse practice that night (a huge help) and I had planned to drop her off right after school. The forgotten lacrosse bag meant an extra trip home to grab it and an extra trip back to her friend's house. That forgotten bag may have prompted a string of profanity that doesn't usually come out of my mouth.
TeenStar sent me a text to let me know that she needed to stay after school and she would text me when she was ready to be picked up.
Heaven forbid I actually had something to do and couldn't work my schedule around TeenStar's whims.
A half an hour later both Golden Boy and Princess were safely buckled into the cozy confines of the minivan and there was still no word from TeenStar so I made the executive decision to head in the opposite direction of the school and grab TeenStar's friend who would be going with her to softball that night. Of course as soon as I pulled onto the street that definitely had me going the opposite way of the middle school TeenStar let me know she was ready to be picked up.
She would have to wait.
A half an hour later and I was pulling into my driveway. The older kids were out and I was racing into the house to grab the lacrosse stuff. Less than five minutes later Princess and I were off again to her friend's office.
Once I had made it back home I realized that I needed to feed these people in my house something and that it needed to happen pretty quickly as it was almost time to head to the evening activities.
Our evening activities consisted of:
6-7 lacrosse practice for Princess (I would pick her up)
7-9 softball for TeenStar and friend
7-8 hockey for Golden Boy
I had a 9:00 soccer game, but that was never going to happen. Unfortunately my team would just have to muddle through without me. Ha Ha
So the problem was that I needed to be in three different places at 7:00.
Especially considering two of the places were in different states.
But being the dedicated sports mom that I am I was determined to make it work.
SuperHubby had made arrangements with a father of one of Golden Boy's teammates to bring him to practice. I just had to meet Hockey Dad at an arranged spot at 6:15 and then at 8:30 for the pick up. The day before I had plugged the address into my GPS so I would have some idea where I was going. It seemed easy enough and would only take me about 15 minutes. I was feeling pretty pleased with my exceptional planning and confident that I could totally manage the military precision needed for the next three hours of drop offs and pick ups
On the way to meet up with Hockey Dad Golden Boy did question whether I knew where I was going. And I, feeling a touch offended, responded a little huffily that of course I did.
Famous. Last. Words.
Our meeting spot was a Dunkin Donuts because of course it was. In New England Dunkin Donuts are always the meeting spots. I followed the GPS directions exactly and ended up in a residential neighborhood with no Dunkin Donuts in sight. I continued to drive a couple of miles because, you know, sometimes the GPS is just a little off, but soon realized I was going nowhere fast. I called Hockey Dad and he had no idea where I was. I am guessing "it's dark and there is a red house on the corner and I have no idea where I am" didn't really give him a whole lot of information to go on.
He did give me some more specific directions that involved getting back on the highway.
I zipped around and started heading back to the highway.
A quick glance at the clock provided all the evidence I needed to know that a military career was not in my future. We were already running late.
Maybe it was time for Plan B.
"I don't know if we are going to be able to make it. You might have to miss practice." I told Golden Boy.
Heavy heavy sighs and a huge slump in the seat. "But I really wanted to go."
"I know. But I need to get back to get Princess and to drop TeenStar off. I can't be late for Princess."
"I just really wanted to go."
I quickly glanced at the clock and then at my speedometer and then pressed a little harder on the gas pedal.
"Okay we're going for it"
"Mooooommm" TeenStar piping in, "I don't want to be late."
"Stop! No one is going to be late. Now let me concentrate.", says the crazy mom racing down the highway.
I have no problem admitting that about halfway through Mrs. Hogan's Wild Ride I wanted to turn that bus around. I just kept on thinking that what I really wanted to be doing was cuddling up on the couch with my kiddos and big bowls of ice cream watching The Voice instead of careening down the highway.
Unfortunately it is not all about me anymore.
Sometimes I miss it not being all about me.
Sometimes I miss it not being all about me.
We blew into the Dunkin Donuts parking lot on two wheels i(We weren't really on two wheels, but I felt like that kind of upped the cool factor. Not that a 41 year old yoga pant hoodie sweatshirt wearing mom racing down the highway isn't cool.) and then there was a brief flurry of yelling and pointing as I tried to get Golden Boy to identify Hockey Dad's car.
I spent a valuable 90 seconds spouting out a bunch of nonsensical mumbo jumbo to poor Hockey Dad most of which I think was me saying I was late and that I really needed to get back to Massachusetts.
One kid lighter this mini van Mama continued on her way determined to get one child dropped off before 7 so that she could pick up a third child at a different location at 7.
Living the dream baby.
I brought up our destination address on my GPS to help me find my way out of crazy small town Rhode Island.
About 1 mile in I realized that we were passing the exact spot where I had made my SOS call to Hockey Dad earlier.
Smacks head repeatedly on steering wheel.
Yup I drove 10 miles out of my way at a break neck speed when all I really needed to do was drive a mile down the road.
I did manage to drop TeenStar off at 6:55 and was only a couple of minutes late to pick up Princess, not that she even noticed.
Halfway through the night.
I got this.
I jet home with Princess (Ha! I wish I had a jet. A jet that went to Hawaii! And now I am delirious.) and hurry her through a shower.
We checked in on SuperHubby who was starting to come out of his drug induced stupor and then back in the mini van.
Luckily this time I knew where we are going.
We get there before Hockey Dad which seems like a win until I started stressing about when they were going to arrive because I had to drop the younger two off at home before I getting TeenStar.
And just before I lost my mind they pulled up.
I had another 90 second conversation with Hockey Dad that probably only confirmed his first impression that I had lost my mind.
Hockey Dad is now avoiding me.
It's okay I get it. I would avoid me too.
I zipped home and dropped off the younger two with promises to BE HOME SOON.
Another pass through our 'hood with a quick wave at the police officer who has been patrolling the area all night and by now must surely think I am involved in some sort of questionable behavior.
As I sat in the parking lot waiting for TeenStar and her friend to come out I whipped out my phone to update my Facebook status to reflect the "awesomeness" of my evening.
And received this text.
Which I ignored. Because I just couldn't. I know it makes me a bad person. But I just couldn't.
I successfully drop off Softball friend at home and finally finally finally pulled into my driveway for the last time that night at 9:50.
With another hours worth of work waiting for me inside.
And only 6 hours and 15 minutes until my alarm goes off for Crossfit in the morning.
It was an epically exhausting day and I never want to do it again.