When did I become “That” mom?

I took the girls out on four different errand missions today: Grocery Store, Library, ANOTHER Grocery Store (my love of Diet Coke sales led me to stop at a different store on the way home). After lunch and naps (where I DID NOT nap and instead worked on my Parent Committee fundraising stuff), I went to Target for Easy-Ups (Pampers’ version of a Pull-Up as Sophia is apparently allergic to Huggies), cleaning supplies, and other house-necessities.

Outside of the errands I also managed to make phone calls getting things in order for Thanksgiving dinner, paying a medical bill, trying to get more information about my stupid appendix bill (and getting nowhere closer to an answer I want to hear), and soon I will be doing MORE work on the fundraising stuff.

Tomorrow I will be volunteering in Olivia’s classroom because they are cooking a Thanksgiving feast and they asked if I would be able to help out. I jumped at the chance and am bringing mini pumpkin muffins, which I will be making (from scratch) tonight.

So when did I become THAT mom?

I guess I was always “That” mom, I just didn’t realize it until Olivia started school and I wished I had the time or energy to help out MORE. Then I realized I was a crazy lady. I mean, after writing it all out, and remembering that I need to go throw some laundry in the washer, clean the kitchen and start dinner, I understand my end-of-the day exhaustion and desire to zone out. Add a pretty cranky 4-year old who has cried at every injustice she thinks has befallen her all day long (luckily that’s not every day, but insert any other weird thing a 2 or 4 year old could do and you’ll have an accurate description of my day). I’m starting to think maybe I do have a pretty tough job.

But I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything.

I also gave some food to the (allegedly) homeless man who stands outside of Target holding a sign asking for help. I had $5 I was GOING to give him, and then I remembered all the snack stuff I had stuck in the car so I pulled out a bunch of packs of crackers and gave it to him. Then I became incredibly guilty for not giving him the $5, but his sign did say he was hungry. Maybe if I give the money and other food donations to the school’s food drive for the homeless I will feel better, but my stupid guilt gets the better of me every time.

I am so incredibly thankful for my healthy, (usually) happy family, a roof over our head and food to eat.

Speaking of which, it is really cold here today, so I’m throwing a pot of chicken and rice soup I had made and frozen awhile back. Woohoo for freezer meals!