When to give up

The monster ran in circles in the backyard, I chased him for a minute and then left him to run. His cheeks pink, a dirt moustache visible and his hair dripping with sweat. My parents wanted to buy subway, so I went with Nina and left them with mike d, as we get to the counter Nina offers a coupon to the guy next to us, he was buying a foot long and a six inch, the coupon was for buy one six inch get one free. The coupon was denied because he didn't buy the two six inches, this establishment is a crock, the coupons are pointless, subway you are stupid for offering it, I should write them a letter explaining that buying a foot long is more expensive and should be accepted by the dimwits at the counter. They didn't even offer me a cookie, seeing that I paid $5 for a foot long with cheese and bacon only, not even toasted, and it used to be just bread and cheese, I have yet again been financially raped by these idiots. STUPID!!!

Actually I am probably more stupid, had I just bought the bread and fried the bacon I could make ten of these at home, but I pay $5 for the wrapping that says subway, eat fresh. (the bacon might I add never looks fresh, it looks ironed, not fresh, it doesn't even have the bacon bumps)

I get back to my mom's and ask for the baby's bottle, the bottle is the only one I have and last night I had to drive to my mom's and take it to her at 10 PM, because she couldn't find hers, only to receive a call this morning that it was under the bed, nice going mike d.

I drive home with the bottle and immediately receive 4 phone calls, when I call my mom she is screaming, "I gave you the wrong bottle, don't let your mother in law get it, the one from last night looked like she was carving a rose out of the nipple." I get in the car with her on the phone and drive back to exchange bottles. This in a matter of minutes from arriving home.

When I get there, she was all like, "I didn't want you to come back, I just didn't want her to butcher the nipple, look at this." She hands me the wrong bottle, and I look at several slices where my child drinks from, obviously from both my mother in law's scissors and mike d stuffing things into the bottle, both are wrong, and my mother being the crackhead that she is, just looks appalled that I would drive back, I know the headache that will start if I don't bring it back and my mother in law gets a hold of it, which she will do, and I will hear the kraken wail all about it, so I hand over to her the bottle, and light up a cigarette, I head back home, I left the baby with the butcher and I am sure she is waiting for me to get back.

I drive back home and before crossing the busy street, I look to the right and see an ambulance, well that is all it takes to get me over there, I drive south and a car has driven into the building, I am at the red light and hurry to start the camcorder on my cell phone, I hold it up to the top of the steering wheel and the light turns green, the moment I drive up to angle the camera to the scene of the crash, the phone rings, DAMMIT MAN, my husband is conveniently calling, I pick up. "Hello." Irritated.

"Whatcha doing?"

"I was filming a crash, but you interrupted my filming."

"Then let me let you get back to your filming."

"No, now forget it, I just passed, Oh my GOD, there is another one up the block, two, no three cars, all wrecked, what the hell is going on, there are cops everywhere."

"Maybe they were filming the first accident on their cell phone."

Silence, I don't even know how to respond to such an accusation, surely they just don't know how to drive.

"Man, the cops are everywhere, why can't I be there."

"Go to school."

Again, silence, sure let me go to school, and you can deal with homework, laundry, dirty dishes, bratty children, lunches, dog poop, kids poop, bath time, emergencies, and all the other shit on my to do list, no I really don't tell him but want to, oh and in what fucking time will I do my studying and homework, there is no 30 hour day, it's 24 hours only, and as it is I can't juggle it.

"Ok, I just wanted to call and say hi." He says.

"Hi."

"You are fine, I will let you go, see you tonight."

As I go to make a u turn, I quickly say bye and hang up, the camcorder on the cell is off, and I don't want to be accident number 3, I continue to drive past and am waved off to keep going, now driving away from my house, I go to drive by a third time but there is a patrol car blocking me, I drive home, defeated.

I walk in and it's all there, Diego reminds me that he had to use mike d's socks this morning so I go to the mountain of dirty laundry and take a load to the washing machine, DRATS, the dryer is not drying the clothes right, I reset the dryer and go back in with my dirty load, (that sounds pornographic)

I look around and wonder if I should clean or just burn the house down, when will I just get to go home, lay in bed and veg out, watch the boob tube and eat cheetos, why can't I do this, just one day.

The same thing pops into my head when I wonder this, maybe I was Lizzie Borden in my previous life, or sold my soul to the devil for the lotto, no that can't be it, I am broke and the numbers aren't popping up in dreams, no instead here i am breaking toes on hot wheels and finding science projects in the kids room, things actually growing in dishes, and fighting the everyday battle of maintaining a happy somewhat functional home. I am losing the battle more each day.