Summer Blues

It's the middle of summer and I take on a part time gig for one week at my old job. No big deal! 

It's Monday, I work extremely hard for 8 hours. Rush to pick up the kids and go to my softball game. My husband can't watch them since his games conflict with mine. 

It's like 90+ with the humidity tonight!!! I pick up the kids and Marley has on yoga pants (smacks head). She peed on her pants a little since she didn't pull them down far enough. No problem. Once away from child care I'll just put the slightly pee dribbled pants back on....she presoaked them for me. Never mind that idea. 

I'm hot and miserable at softball while making sure I have enough players and the roster setup (someone decided I should be my teams coach). Gabriel is passed out with 2 battery operated fans blowing on him. He's great. He's awesome. Marley just starts having melt downs and needs held. Then she needs a snack and she proceeds to drop said snack on the ground. Then she has to potty. But the killer - it's my turn to bat. She screams bloody murder the whole time I'm on the field and for once, I actually make it all the way around. Mind you at every base when I stop the other players have to ask if she's mine. To calm her down for the rest of the game I broke out the bag of m & m's 🙄. Worked like a charm until it was time to go home. She decided she wanted to go to the park. Um...no. My car is reading 105 - screw that and I'm hungry and really need a drink. So she throws another fit, I drive through for dinner, give her a bath, and I put her to bed by 8:00! She was out by 8:15, Gabriel was out by 8:30, and I had a beer by 8:31.