Thanks to my every so unreliable babysitters, I am going to have to bail on my jazz booking tonight....calling in an hour before the it starts. Thank you FLAKE TEENAGE GIRLS...I am sure this is payback for all of the times I was once the same way...but still, thanks. Guess I should have a better backup plan. Oh yeah, I've exhausted all of my back up plans already....they screen their phone calls by now I'm sure.
This entire week has been a circus of schedule juggling and scrambling...and I see no reason why next week will be any different. I don't know why I even try to do anything for myself, esp an actual job...that pays...an actual check....with my name on it....to spend for everyone else....which gives me great joy, and I'm not complaining about that it's just....ughhhh....RED ALERT!!!!!! Oh yeah, I used it all up two days ago. Great. Perfect. Now what?
This morning I taught a music class with both of my kids right there...which they loved...but man, can I not even work???? Sometimes I wish I was the one going back to school...I'd love to get my PhD in music, which would be worthless but still...I'd love it. These are angry, selfish words right now...I am aware.
I love my husband for being so ambitious, I do....I do....I do. But this is not what I need to hear when he actually comes home once a year, after asking him to change a diaper, "Man, I JUST got HOME, are you serious?" YEAH...I'm
seriously about to FLIP OUT!!!!!! Oh wait, I have already done that. Shoot!
Nevermind, it's no big deal, it only takes all of thirty seconds anyway right?
He is a wonderful guy, I swear....but no one wants to read a blog about a perfect husband right? that is just
nauseating.
Anyway, spread the word, Emily needs a babysitter every Thursday night, and Wednesday night too..just remembered I have another booking.... if you know of anyone, call. I won't call, I can't do it anymore...all I do is call call callllllll!!! I can't believe I am blogging right now when I should be singing...working!
I swear I do find joy in life, I really do....it's just not as fun to write about....(:...did I do that right...the smiley face thing....?
I will be 30 in June...know what I am going to do? Something for myself. By myself. With no explanations or apologies. Then again, I'd just feel guilty if I actually traveled without taking the kids...they'd be missing out on some wonderful cultural experience right? Sigh.
I know it is my choice to be frustrated, but for now, I am going to blame everything on the bailing babysitters. Oh, and the windchill is something like 30 below here in lovely Kansas City.