Dude, Turn Off The Mom Signal...

Seriously, the signal's been on all day. 

Which then begs to question, if there really was a Mom Signal that lit up in the sky every time someone needed a Mom, what would it look like?  

I took the day off because Youngest had to meet with the surgeon regarding the labrum tear in his shoulder.  I had wanted to get some things done for myself that have been lingering before the appointment, and honestly, I am just tired.  Meanwhile my cortisone shot, for my shoulder, is scheduled for Friday, and while I wait I am losing sleep, and have slowly lost the ability to dress myself, hold the phone to my ear, or do cartwheels.  Full disclosure: I can't do a cartwheel with a healthy shoulder, but I might like to try, and now I can't.

The day started at 7am.  Youngest had the day off (unexpected) and his car needed to go back to the dealer to have a few things fixed.  Before we knew it it was 9:30. The husband also unexpectantly stayed home from work.  He is back to not being able to breathe.  So now Youngest's plans are messed up for the day.  In an effort to smooth things over I offer to download Netflix on his computer so he can watch a movie with his friend in his room.  Instead, I'm now stuck on the phone for almost two hours trying to get the referral for pulmonary for the husband. So, I ask Oldest to set it up for me.  He has a small fit about why he has to do all things technical and why do we still not have honey nut cheerios??? 

Um, maybe because no one can do anything for themselves and I haven't made it to the grocery store yet?

Fed up with everything, I tell Oldest to run the dishwasher when he's done cooking, and meet my Mom for lunch.  While waiting for her, I call and schedule the dog for her teeth cleaning, because apparently I'm the only one who can do that too. After lunch I ran to the grocery store, grabbed the basics, and head home. I put everything away, clean up a bit, move the laundry over so we all have clean masks tomorrow, and we're back out to the surgeon appointment 45 minutes away. The appointment went well, he's decided to hold off for now, perhaps entertain a cortisone shot down the line.  Then we head to his therapy appointment after a brief pit stop for food since there's not much time in between. As he goes in for his appointment, I get a call to help my nephew with his math homework. Then head to Home Depot to grab something to rig up a make shift windshield defrost in Oldest's car for the next three weeks until he leaves for school. I return to pick up Youngest, arrive home, and the dog needs to be walked.

I get in from that and Oldest, my technically savvy, go to for anything I am overwhelmed with, Dean's list student, says:

 "I need help with mailing that package. I don't know how to address it."

" You don't know how to use a Sharpie marker?"

"Not to address it correctly..."

And that is when I tapped out folks.  He can fix the door handle in my car, take apart his defrost to try and fix it, solve any computer issue we have, but can't remember how to address an envelope without me.

I'm done. Take a number family, get in line, pitch a tent... I'll get to you in the morning.

And now as I write this, I'm pretty sure I'll never see what my Mom Signal will look like shining bright in the sky, because my bulb is BURNT out.

And I'm the only one who'd be able to find the right bulb, change it out, and remember to pay the electric bill.