I Haven't Tooted In A While...

Not in a gassy way, but tooting my own horn...what were you thinking?

Today has been BUSY!!!

This morning, in addition to all of the daily Crazies tasks that must be completed before sending them off to preschool, I also made a beef stew, voted, tutored a student in Geometry, and went to the dry cleaners for Husband...all before 11:00.  

Seriously...how awesome am I?

TOOT TOOT!!!

Speaking of which, the Crazies think "tooting" is hysterical and always call each other out on it...it's lovely dinner talk.

Then I tutored another kid during the Crazies' naptime (which we all know is sacred, but it's the end of the quarter and I'm just trying to get everyone in before their assessments).

Then I'll tutor another 3 this evening.

Back in the day, I never even used to shower until the afternoon on an off-day...much less cook, vote, or work.  WTF is my life becoming???  I'm a fully certified adult (I think...although I still think "tooting" is hysterical too)!

Hope your Election Day was productive and you took a moment to get out there and do your thang!

Speaking of which, did anyone notice the huge banner thing across Facebook today?  Do you think that made anybody get out and vote?  I think it would have guilted me into it once I saw all those fine upstanding citizens getting out there and admitting to voting.  If I didn't vote after seeing that, I'd feel like a complete waste of space!

Bad Dreams...ugh!

"Mama has to go to work, Honey...you'll be okay here."

Sad look from Matthew.

"You'll be okay.  You have plenty of toys to play with and I'm going to leave the TV on for you."

Mama inches closer to the door trying to avoid Matt's nervous and sad looks.

"I love you."

I have to go to work.  If I don't, I'll lose my job.  I feel horrible that I don't have anyone to watch him, but I have to go to work.

I'm sure this isn't legal, but something in my brain is telling me it's okay.  Something is saying that I have to do this if I want to pay my rent.  Something is pushing me out the door and leaving my 2-year old son all by himself.  

While I wait tables, Matt is quietly playing with his toys and watching Thomas.  Maybe he will be okay.  Maybe all of this will be just fine...it's just this once after all.  

Matt eats the sandwich I left for him for dinner.  He's getting sad now.  It's starting to get dark.

He knows it's time to go to bed, so he goes upstairs and tries to get in his crib, but he can't.  He tries again and again, but he just can't get in there.

He starts crying...sobbing...calling for his Mama.

He falls asleep crying on the floor.

I wake up.

This is the dream that caused me to wake before my alarm this morning...at 5:16 AM.  Where did this dream come from?  Why does it bring tears to my eyes 2 hours later? 

The reason this made me so sad this morning is that this sort of thing actually happens.  I'm sure there are desperate mothers all over this country who have had to resort to this sort of thing.  They're torn between making money to pay their bills and keep a roof over their heads and doing what is right for their child. 
 

I have no idea where this dream came from, but it was the kind of dream that I couldn't forget.  Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Matt sobbing next to his crib and I was awake again. 

I don't even know why I'm posting this...I just had to get it out.