Monday strikes again . . . .

As you are quite aware, I hate Mondays. Well today would be just another Monday in the book. First started off with the fact that because of Gatlinburg being in our school system, and they got snow, we did not have school. So we decided to let the boys stay home especially Josh to get rested for his first game. Well a miracle happened around 630. You know the one where you can not get your child up in the morning but the time where there is no school, they can get up without any problem. So we left them at home. Two boys ages 14 and 10 left alone with the refrigerator is never a good thing. Then I get a call at work from the oldest saying it is an emergency. Your mind goes into overdrive think someone is bleeding, the house is burning. No the emergency is that he can not find his sliding shorts for baseball. The sliding shorts that his cup goes into. I assured him that it is not lost but in the great beyond of his room and if he cleaned it up, he would find it. I called three hours later and no sliding shorts. So my lunch is used to run to the Kmart to get sliding shorts for him to wear tonight. The whole day, I was clicking back and forth checking my personal email to see what the status of the game is. No email. If you have a brain, you will know where this is going. I rush home to get everything together so that my mom could take the 10 year old to karate and try to eat something. We leave at 530 making the mad dash to the baseball field. I might add that the baseball field is off of Northshore in Knoxville. We fought the rush hour traffic to get there.

Normally the trip to Knoxville would be not to bad except for the fact that last week the doctor changed my meds trying to find something that will ease the pain that I have been in with my fibromyalgia. The drug that he put me own causes me to be a little anxious or in other words, things get on my nerves. So the rush to Knoxville and the fight of traffic on I40 had pushed me over the edge. Will my 14 year old decided keep asking change the station turn the radio up. I finally make it to the field Guess what no one is there. Game cancelled. No one contacted us.

Well we made it home and now things are calm. So maybe things will get better on Tuesday.