My Life Of My Son Essay

1161 Words Oct 24th, 2016 5 Pages
A few months ago, I had one of those days. One of those weeks, really. You know the ones. The ones where no matter what you do, everything just goes haywire.

My husband was out of town for work, and after putting in my own long work day, I picked up my son at daycare. He wailed the entire way home because I forgot to bring his favorite blankie in the car. As soon as we got home, my dogs greeted us by demanding dinner (loudly) and, not to be outdone, my son joined in. The dishes were piled up in the sink, plotting to take over the kitchen and I had completely missed my run (or any workout) that day.

2 beagles and a toddler
Partners in crime
And I was tired. Because this day looked exactly like the day before and the day before that. And tomorrow would probably look pretty similar. My son was also having sleeping issues at the time, so I was in a constant sleep-deprived haze just one level above a coma. I knew there were probably some middle of the night sleep battles in my very near future and I wouldn 't be paying off my sleep debt any time soon. And I had to function at my job.

As I looked around my circus of a kitchen, I realized the only options for dinner were peaches and canned green beans (the latter of which we buy for the dogs as special treats). Sorry, dogs. We ate your special treats. What a huge fail of a day. And this was fairly typical. I fail a lot.

My husband travels regularly for work, which means I 'm often left to hold down the fort at home and work a…

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