Why are you so stressed out??

My husband asks as I rush around the kitchen trying to put the dishes away I just washed so I can hurry up and start dinner.

“I’m just really busy!” I respond as I toss a pan back in the cupboard. “Ok jeez no need for the attitude..” He says as he shuffles off to his computer to watch whatever show hes currently watching. Glad that he’s stopped bugging me I quickly throw some sausages into a pan as I glance at the clock on the stove reading 5:25. At this point i knew dinner would not be done before we had to leave at 6 to get to my daughters chorus concert.

I sigh and turn  up the burner, knowing the sausages will probably burn but I have no choice. I leave them to sizzle as I put my husbands lunchbox on the table and begin to sort out his lunch for the evening (he works third shift, 9pm to 5 am) Just as I finish chopping up celery and putting it in a sandwich bag the washer sings its little done song. I toss the sandwich bag into his lunchbox and dash to the laundry that I had forgotten about. I had started the load right after I clocked out at 4:30 before I had to run down to the school to pick up my daughter from cheer practice at 5.

I hurriedly switch the laundry over when I hear my husband yell to me from the other room “I smell something burning!!”

Crap

I run back to the kitchen to find a smoking pan full of slightly burnt sausages. My daughter comes into the kitchen “MOM! Is my sweater dry? I wanted to wear it tonight for my chorus concert.”

Crap

“Your sweater is in the dryer just go finish your hair and then we will eat dinner” I respond as I try to hold myself together. Dont panic. I repeat to myself in my head over and over as I dish out my husbands and daughter some dinner. I bring my husbands dinner to his desk and put it down. He stares at it and looks up at me. “I know.. they are burnt im sorry but please hurry and eat we need to leave in 15 minutes” He scoffs “Ok” and responds with an attitude. “you know im not a big fan of sausage” He says as i walk away frustrated.

I retreat to the kitchen and try not to be upset but my failures are too prominent and staring me in the face. I let down my family. As these thoughts run through my mind my husband enters the kitchen “You forgot to bring me a knife.. whats wrong?” He spots me having my pity party and I begin to fall apart. “I’m just no good at this!” I snap at him while I hold back tears reminding myself if i cry now ill look a mess for my daughters concert. “Your always so negative and miserable..” He says and walks past me to grab a knife. I turn around and begin to eat my dinner at the counter as he goes back to his desk.

Just before I could take another bite my daughter comes rushing in “mom!! my sweater??”

crap

I drop my fork and run to the laundry room and see the dryer still going. Of course its not dry, its been in there only for 10 minutes. “sorry its not dry, do you have something else you could wear? or want to wear one of my sweaters?” I deliver the bad news. She begins to huff and puff “I asked you to wash it yesterday!! Now I have nothing to wear!”  She exclaims and storms off to her room.

I sigh and catch a glimpse of the clock on the stove again. 5:55. I groan and yell out ” LEAVING IN FIVE MINUTES EVERYONE!” Husband stomps into the kitchen “I didn’t even have time to finish dinner you should have started it sooner” He grumbles and exits the kitchen to go put his shoes on. My daughter enters the kitchen with the sourest look on her face “You ready to go?” I ask as i put  my jacket on. “I hate this. I don’t even want to go anymore.” She storms out behind my husband as I toss the rest of my dinner in the trash and close the door behind us.