yelling at the HyVee greeter

So I guess you know you're stressed out when you yell at the HyVee greeter.  Just in case you're wondering, if I am talking on my phone in a frantic manner using more expletives than real words, that means maybe I am NOT interested in a Fuel Saver card.  SERIOUSLY. Don't get huffy with me when I say NO THANK you in a terse fashion and proceed to the tampon aisle.  SERIOUSLY - my child is going to Kindergarten in 5 days and the amount of things on my to-do list just went from 50 to 500.

Oh yes, Elementary school open house was last night.  Here I come, hiking what felt like 10 miles to the only unlocked door, another 5 miles to the Kindergarten room, then back to the main entrance...and we had to do this 4 times.  He's in this class? Yes. Well, no. Actually, he's in this class. Oh he's not on the list? Oh.  His name is spelled GrittAn? Oh.  You're not in the system Angela.  Oh, House Gritton. Oh. His lunch code is freakin' 666something?!?!? what?! Abby, please get out from under my dress while I try to talk to the 22 year old KidStop teacher about where I need to drop him off and where I pay, where I sign up for this account, that account, online, what?? And, PLEASE stop silently judging me mom with too much eyeliner and too tall shoes - my children aren't usually this crazy. Sure, I can fill out those 19 page forms right now, standing up, in 3 1/2 minutes whilst my children destroy that previously super organized, sorted by color pile of...learning stuff. Whatever.

yeah. Okay.  You're saying it, I hear you.  Take a breath, Ang.  This too shall pass.  I just feel like I'm drinking from the fire hydrant when all I really wanted was a nice polite quiet drink of water.

Beside all this drama, I am processing the fact that my baby had his last day of preK in a place where all I had to do was walk 14 steps and I could see his sweet face.  I could do it any day, but I hardly did it at all and now he's in this huge maze of a school where no one knows his name and he'll have to assert for himself "Please call me ANDY, not Andrew." He can do this; he will succeed and do great.  I'll just be here looking out my window wishing I could watch him play, even for just a minute.

SOB.

In the midst of this, I'm currently fighting a small battle with granola.  (i.e., it wants me to eat it after dinner when I'm maybe kinda a little bit hungry but for sure tired and really really want to eat my feelings and I want to eat more feelings than 2 tablespoons in some greek yogurt.)  I have somehow managed to bribe the scale to whisper numbers at me that look better than any number I've seen in 7 years.  Granola - YOU ARE GOING DOWN.  My clothes DO NOT fit (I know, BOO HOO) - but this seriously adds to an already stressful morning when I have to try on 8 things because my brain still thinks "that will NOT fit you!" or "those pants are tight here and loose there." No, everything is loose and weird and all I can wear are dresses...I wore one with a SKULL on it to church today. seriously.

This blog is meant to be about health and wellness and here it is kids:
Health and wellness have to be for days and weeks where we are screaming at poor grocery store greeters.  If we eat and sleep and live without regard for our health, these times will suck even more. But let me tell you - I really could use a good glass (read: bottle) of wine right now.

Cheers.