It’s 4:19 pm…
Posted: June 11th, 2009 | Author: Ann | Filed under: Personal | Tags: Ann Brampton, Costa Rica, kids, work |It’s 4:19 pm and I’m at work all puzzled up and stressed out with the longest “to-do” list, I have back to back meetings all week, a million and one things on my mind and I’ve had a migraine for days! At home I’ve totally lost control of daily house-work and I haven’t cooked a meal for my kids in weeks! Under pressure and writing up a contract to meet a deadline my cel phone rings, my son is stuck at school and does not have a ride home. I’m miles away through rain and heavy traffic and I need to stop what I’m doing to figure out how he can get home safely. At the same time I have my daughter online chatting me about there being no food at home and telling me she’s starving… she also adds that she needs to pay online a couple college applications and I’m short of money. So I manage to get my son home, transfer some money for pizza and find a way to pay the applications online. I’m exhausted… yet I keep moving because I know that my home and my kids depend on what I do and the choices I make every day. I give my everything in anything I do, I get to work way earlier than I should and I’m always trying to learn and be on top of my game. I’m so darn responsible that I’m not good at reacting at any hint of the opposite, but I like who I am and what I do, it’s been a long road to get where I am today and therefore I cherish every minute of it. Life hasn’t been easy and yet I smile and I struggle to move on and make things better. So once my day is over I manage to get home after driving past the supermarket quickly to get a few little odds and ends. It’s almost 8pm and as I walk through the door I find my son fast asleep, sigh… never got to say goodnight. My daughter is in her room stuck on the phone without having eaten or done her homework so I work myself up into a frenzy and give her a piece of my mind. I’m in a bad mood so I walk into the kitchen and work on the dishes so I can do some laundry in time to lay down and rest. I’m beat… laundry can wait for another day, TV is on and five minutes later I’m passed out. I never got to say goodnight to my daughter… tomorrow is another day…
Mams work their butts off to make sure we kids are ok. Someday, your kids will spoil you the way I now try to spoil my mam after she worked hard for my whole life. Its the circle, and with each generation it can get better.