I am burnt out. Life is so annoying lately that I can hardly function.
Well, I should say Sunday's before church is always the worst time of the week. My faith is my life. I love it and proud to be a member of my church. But days like today, SAINT really tries to get me & my 42 year old child always seems to wait tell the last minute and decide to get ready.
Today was another one of thoughs Sundays. Brittany was up all night, walking around, reading books, seizing, and then to get her to sleep I had her lay down on our floor. Bob moved to the couch. She woke me up several times just to change the channel on the TV. Yes, I sleep with the TV on. Bad habit, I know.
Every Sunday I get 5 kids and myself ready, well maybe just tell 3 kids to get ready, repediately. Then I bathe, give Brittany a bath, fix 3 girls hair dues, and then have to deal with my 42 year old child. Most weeks he stays home, and usually blames it on something I said, or did not do.
This week I have had it. 15 minutes tell church he took his shower. We go to church at 1pm, not 9am. Remember we only have one working vehicle, I told him he'd better hurry or he'll have to walk. Well at 1 pm, we left without him. Made it to sacrament just after the opening prayer and their was no where to sit. And to top it off the overflow was closed. We sat in the overflow through the sacrament. Then Devin went in and asked if they would help us open the doors. NICE. huh. Every week, it's this way. I have to ask them to open the over flow.
My 42 year old child had to substitute teach Devin's class. So, during the sacrament talks, I had to drive home and get him. Choice words were exchanged on the ride back to the church house. I returned to Primary trying not to show my tears. My primary lesson went ok, my class surprisingly paid attention. Then during music time I could not keep it together. Just looking at my 42 year old child, I could have screamed and I tried with all my might to hold back the tears.
After church was over I darted out to the parking lot, my VT partner stopped me and asked if we could go visit our route tomorrow. I told her
no. BAD, I know. I also dodged the Bishop and a couple of other ladies.
We all traveled home, more choice words were exchanged. The girls & I went into the house. Bob and Devin drove off. Now, we are making dinner. Brittany is screaming. Even ripped up a library book because I forgot to by her pulls up. She trained to put a pull up on before her nap or when ever she gets home. Sleeping Brittany + Seizures = Peed pants. I am a wreck, hungry, and tired of my life. I bet no one else's Sunday's are as eventful as mine.
I hate Sundays.
EDIT-
Things have calmed down. Forgive me for venting.
But. I am just keepin' it real.