The Never Ending Story

So I was definitely planning on sitting down tomorrow and writing a food review post. Marley Spoon had a few good recipes this week that nobody but me loved and I managed to dye my fingers a lovely shade of yellow with turmeric. It only took shaving cream, hydrogen peroxide, non-acetone nail polish remover, and some cuticle remover to get my hands back to a normalish color. But I can't make up the last two days of parent life, and it feels like some of you will relate and seeing as this is this place I vent to the universe...welcome to my never ending story (there is no Atreyu, the damn Empress is saving herself in this story). I have provided a cute picture of Native2 doing his Native2 thing.

We realized probably Sunday that the dishwasher is washing but not sanitizing or drying the dishes so I started researching how to diagnose without calling a professional...because we know that bad boy is not under warranty and by the time I pay a guy, he figures out what is wrong, and fixes it, I would basically be better off with a new dishwasher. If anyone is wondering, my current guess is heating element. We went out to dinner on Sunday as an early birthday celebration, as we try to limit our eating out experiences, this meant I had to forego my normal Monday Mexican and needed to cook. Dinner was served at a delightful almost 9pm because we had soccer. Probably should have skipped soccer but I'm missing the games on Saturday because I'm being a loser and celebrating my birthday with friends. Most of these friends have no idea it is my birthday weekend, they are doing their normal hang out and I'm tagging along child and husband free. Back to soccer. I was dumb and let Native2 take his iPad. I should have known better, he's been playing with friends really well without it during Native1's practice but I was feeling kind (and also Monday habit with the whole normally eating out thing). He acted the fool about it. At first he wanted to share, then he didn't. Then I said, let's just put it away and he had a full on tantrum because heaven forbid I ask the child to be absent from a screen.

Earlier in the day the pharmacy had left a message that Native2's medicine was on backorder. He has ADHD, I don't really dance around it, maybe someday he'll be mad I shared it with the world, but I really want to normalize talking about it and making people realize his brain is unique and he just interacts with the world a little different. Native1 has it as well but his is different and unless you are instructing him, you probably wouldn't notice it much. Back to the back order, I've been frustrated with this whole medicine process for awhile. If you request a reorder too soon, the pharmacy puts a hold on the refill and you have to remember to call them to remind them to unstop it. If anyone was wondering, where we live a controlled substance can only be refilled 2 days before your prescription runs out. 2 days comes in to play here. I thought I had done a lovely job of doing the math of when I needed to call the doc to refill, to get it to the pharmacy in time to eliminate making 2 calls for one prescription. This apparently only works if they actually have the meds. I express my frustration to the pharmacy, they say it should be here tomorrow after 3:30, as I had it for today I wasn't comfortable with flying so close to the eye of the storm but I foolishly trusted the authority figure. So we are sitting at practice, Native2 is borderline meltdown all evening but we hold it together and I keep thinking we will be fine, I'll just pick up the script after I pick them up from school (he only needs it for school but when he's at home and it is out of his system, it worries me what his day would be like at school without it...no learning would occur and he'd probably be in the principal's office by noon).

We survived the late dinner, the cusp of meltdowns, we read we go to bed and I think to myself that I am so very glad that the day is done. Tuesday rolls around. I have therapy on Tuesdays, I'm just generally dysfunctional and I'm trying to save the Natives and Hunter from prolonged exposure to batshit crazy. So Tuesdays can be tough as it is. I go through my day fine, my session mostly fine, and I escape to the gym for decompression. Started a new portion of my workout routine so I fiddled with finding the right weights a bit but all in all things were going well. Boss calls midworkout and of course I'm going to answer, I basically use my lunch time to workout and it helps me focus and debug some of my projects but I don't ever want someone to think I'm not doing my job. He makes a comment about showing the big boss some of my work and they want to start throwing out middle opinion data...I don't love doing that. Boss has been arguing for it, so I knew he'd find a way to make it so that I had to do what he wanted even though I question if its moral. I go back and code up a bit more of the project and off I go to pick up the Natives. Native 1 pick up goes well, he's first because his is faster. I show up to pick up Native2. School let's out at 4pm. We are not supposed to line up at either school until 3:45. I leave my house at 3:40, this is perfect timing to be in line at 3:45 where the line is already almost to the edge of the parking lot. Native1's school releases a little bit earlier and they also have an officer directing traffic so I'm actually out of there at 4:03. I make it to Native2's school at 4:17. 3 cars in front of me, and about 3 or 4 behind me. A teacher brings out the 3 kids in front of mine, I pull up, open the van door and wait a minute. No teacher, no kid so I put it in park and go to make sure Native2 isn't melting down somewhere. Nope. Apparently I'M the parent they choose to start making an example of. Teacher contract is until 4:15 you are supposed to come to the door to check them out now. Y'all I saw red. Native2 was getting home well after 6pm because of the bus situation and Native1 can't get a bus. If I leave Native2 on a bus that late, we will never make it to any of their after school activities and in all honesty he's mentally fried by that time. Decisions were made at this point that there was no way I was cooking and McDonalds was on the menu. It's obviously past 3:30, we go to pick up Native2's prescription. Pharmacy calls as we are parking because the drive through pick up is closed until further notice. I assume it was to tell me the script is ready so I don't pick up. Nope, as I wait the 3 folks in front of me, they were telling me the meds were still on back order. I fought back the tears and asked them what my options were, I wasn't exactly nice, but I could have changed the pharmacy the day before or called the doc earlier in the day but nope 5pm is when we are dealing with it. Pharmacist finds it at a place 10 miles away, I'm totes willing to drive, but the on call doc has to call it in, they can't just change the location (stupid controlled substance) she tells me to head on home and she'll call. I feed the kids, I do laundry, we do homework, Native2 got in trouble at school so we address that, I take out the trash, I wait. 7:30 the call comes, it takes a bit to get the Natives out the door and I get a text from the doc saying they've sent it over...timing is looking good. We get to the pharmacy and....they don't have it yet. So we wait some more. We buy breakfast and deodorant for Native1 cause he's starting to smell like a boy. At 8:15 I leave with the medicine, and not a bit of my sanity. Welcome to a typical 2 days in my never ending story.