COVID-19 Day 264 - Crappy Mom and Wife Rant

Some days I feel like a really crappy mom.  I had a stressful day at work between regular work stuff, kids not returning books and COVID stuff, the staff thinking it's okay/a good idea to have a staff Christmas gathering and food so everyone can unmask.  I had a headache coming home, which I tried to voice to my children who kept interrupting.  All they wanted to do was tell me about school and their days and their books, but I resented being interupted 4 times in a row, when all I wanted to say was that I had a headache.  I eventually got a word in edgewise and told them about my headache and that I was going to take a bath and rest for a bit when I got home.  I started running my bath and got undressed, was just looking for the perfect facial mask and bath bomb when I heard the outdoor water spigot turn on.  There's no reason it should be on in December.  So I frantically grabbed my robe, cursing past Jen for not threading the belt through the belt loops as it fell to the floor.  I threw it on and was working on wrapping the belt around me so I wouldn't expose myself to the neighbors when I went outside to turn the water off, when I heard Connor screaming.  I rush into the kitchen and quickly ask if he's hurt. (Backstory: He smashed his hand in his closet door yesterday and went outside screaming while Michael was on the roof hanging lights.  Michael called me, but I couldn't hear him in my brand new phone.  So Michael came down to deal with Connor.  When I came upstairs a few minutes later to hear from Michael what had happened, I asked Connor if he knew where I was.  I was downstairs wrapping presents.  He said he did, but he didn't want to see the presents.  So he went outside to Michael, screaming.)  He said he wasn't hurt and I asked what was wrong.  Anyone who knows my kid knows he's not cool under pressure and he himmed and hawed and sputtered a few things about watering the dogs.  My sweet boy was trying to give the dogs water, using the outdoor spigot.  We'll, since the hose wasn't on, it gushed water everywhere and he got wet, thus the screaming.  Then, when he tried to turn it off, it continued to fish, this the frantic screaming.  I rushed outside to the spigot, sure enough, nice and tightly shut off, still gushing water.  Not dripping or trickling, gushing like full blast.  I turned it the other way to make sure I was turning it the correct direction, more intense gushing.  I played with it back and forth, eventually pushing it in and pulling it out away from the house before I finally got it off.  Something is always broken around here.  Connor has run to hide by the time I get back inside because I frantically asked why he was turning on the hose in December.  (Another backstory: We had 3 months of insanely high water bills, higher than our normal watering/summer bills.  Turns out, the hose was on the spigot, and although to was turned to the off position, it was still running.  But since the hose was on, we couldn't see what was happening.)  So I called for Connor and told him, in not a nice voice, that he was fine and the water was fine.  I told him not to use the hose anymore.  I told him the only place to get water for the dogs was the kitchen sink.  And I stormed back to the backroom where my water was still running.  (Want to know why he didn't use the sink in the first place?  It was full of dishes.  Another backstory: Much as I try, I cannot do everything around the house that needs done.  Fortunately, I'm not the only one in this home helping out.  Michael and I came to an agreement quite a while ago that he would unload the dishwasher and I would loaf it and hand wash any dishes that needed hand washed and put them away myself.  So sometimes I'm pretty, and even though I'm perfectly capable of unloading the dishwasher myself, I don't, because we agreed that he would do that job.)  So back to me being a crappy mom, now add crappy wife to the resume.  (More backstory: Michael came home early yesterday because one of his packages, my Christmas presents, had been delivered and he didn't want me to bring in the box.  He's been going into work early and staying late to finish a project and get a bonus to help pay for Christmas and our trip to Disney.  When he got home early, I asked if he would put the Christmas lights up on the house.  Because even though I'd been asking since the beautiful days of October, it hadn't gotten done.  So, if you subtract out the time he came down off the roof to deal with Connor, he was up on the roof for about 3 hours, 415ish to 730ish.  The wind wasn't blowing, but it was plenty chilly, especially when the sun went down.)  All that to say, the dishes didn't get unloaded last night.  Crappy wife, right here.  So Connor tried to use the outside water to water the dogs, because the sink was full.  I finally make it back to the bathroom and Michael gets home, hears the bath running, thinks, "Oh no!  What's wrong?  I'll go check on Jen." And comes into the bathroom.  So before I can get in I get to explain why I'm in such a bad mood.  I verbally diarrhea all over him in an unkind tone and then half-heartedly apologize afterwards, turning the water off so it doesn't overflow because I've completely filled my garden tub in all this time.  (Want to know another reason I'm mad, that I haven't mentioned yet?  Remember when Michael called me becauae Connor was screaming, and I couldn't hear him?  I thought it was bad reception in the basement, turns out, my new phone isn't working already!  Michael tried to fix it last night.  It seems to think I have headphones plugged in all the time, so all calls, notifications, texts, and audio is going through those imaginary headphones.  I noticed yesterday.  It was working when I got it in the mail.  Well done on this one, Google.)  Michael slowly backs away and leaves and I finally get in.  The warm water feels good after being outside with nothing but my robe on and walking through icey water.  I settled on a facial mask and a couple bath bombs and finally got into my bath.  So now I'm sitting here in coral water, ranting on my blog.  Some days I'm a really crappy mom and wife.  I'd go to bed early, but we have all of our advent calendars that start tonight, so now I resent December and our holiday traditions too.  I suck.  I hope tomorrow is better.  I'm over 2020.