Going Apeshit? Perhaps....

Can I say that? Well guess what, I just did. So..truly. What pushes the overacheiving single mom to this level of crazy? I think it's different for every mom. Some moms can handle more than others, but I'm guessing that for many single mom's their tolerance is higher than most. Tonight I was pushed to my limit. Yes...tonight my family brouht their A game. It went a little something like this. First, the older kids were out of school. Yes, I enjoy them. Yes, I miss them when their gone in school. Yes, it throws an unexpected wrench in my day when I forget they don't have school. Next, the baby has a fever..Crap. Is it lowgrade? I have to work tomorrow. The last time I checked, sitter's don't normally take sick babies (Duh)...Hmmm, maybe the policy has changed since I had my older kids. Ok..keep an eye on it..Maybe it will resolve, miraculously. Later in the day, a doctor's appointment for me. No, I can't miss it, it's for something important (sigh.) Which means, my mom comes over to baby sit while I go. Of course, after I make a crock pot meal for dinner and feed some of it to the baby I'm bouncing on my hip..Who is now sporting a mid grade fever. The higher fever earns him a dose of the purple fever reducing medicine. This is a two person job, to get him to swallow it and keep it down. When I ask for help from both the older kids they make eye contact, but they both let me know "how busy" they are doing homework and other sorts of school related activities. Dang it!!! Beaten by my own do your homework game!! Let's pause for a moment of silence...Whoa. At this point, all of my hopes that it might just be a low grade fever related to teething go right down the drain. I decide to wing it and solo wrestle  their brother down with a medicine syringe in my hand, to given him the goods.  Next comes football practice. My mom drops him off and I will pick him up later. My mom is definitely helping out and taking one for the team, and that's awesome,  but it turns out he was 40 minutes late to practice. Did I mention I gave her directions and she is even more directionally challenged then I am? Did I also mention that our group of coaches are like football Nazi's and there is some NO LATE TO PRACTICE RULE that they are always bringing up. We are not usually that late, most is about 5 minutes. However, I would of loved any of them to come over and start small talk about the importance of being on time to me; because it would of been like walking into a cave full of sleeping bears guarding their young. That is comparible to how I felt today. I think he sensed it, he made eye contact and looked away. Home finally. Next comes baths, snacks and the recheck of the baby's temperature. 103? Say what? I just treated it..holy balls. Popsicle, lukewarm bath for both of us (poor baby is extra clingy when he's sick.) Multitasking like a mo- fo I grab my phone and send a text to his father about taking off work to take care of the baby.(I'm sure you know how this is gonna turn out.) Reply, "Um, I'm sure we can work something out, I mean we'll see." REALLY, REALLY? I have to be at work in 10 hours...again REALLY? Flash forward..switching a day to later in the week to cover my shift, someone is looking out for us up there. 2 hours later..baby's temperature broke and he is resting comfortably in my bed, of course. Yes Indeed,  this could have turned into a lose my sanity and go apeshit kind of night really fast, but it didn't and HERE IS THE IMPORTANT PART..WHAT HELPS TO CURE THESE RANDOM BOUTS OF ANXIETY DRIVEN CRAZY...(for me anyways.)
1. Watching massive amounts of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo. You can't even fathom the amount of laughter you will get from this show. Truly.
2. Medication. If your on some that is doctor prescribed DO NOT MISS A DAY. That shiz is like gold right now.
3. Caffeine. The soccer moms drug of choice. There is nothing else quite like it. However, you probably shouldn't do more than 10 cups of any caffeinated beverage during the day.
4. A glass of wine, occasionally. Don't buy the Franzia wine in the box kind. That pour spout is so much easier to use then taking the cork on and off repeatedly. You will find yourself down a whole box of Franzia and standing naked in your back yard. Overall, it might be cheaper to buy wine in a box but it's just not worth it.  Like I said, stick to the corked varieties.
5. If all else fails, screaming. But wait until your kids are in bed and sneak down to the basement and do like a modified version of it as not to scare the crap out of them. You also don't want to just start screaming at the top of your lungs randomly. If this happens your neighbors will either think you are getting robbed or possibly have you committed. Either way, not a good idea.
6. And for me..letting it work its way out of my system, usually in some form of journaling, writing or blogging. Hitting the publish button for me is like a Calgon take me away moment for others. It all just starts to fade away into the background, and then I can RELAX for now. :) ;)