Dear Basement Inspector: You blew me off on Friday, when I was stuck here all day with 2 hyper boys. I missed you today because I was teaching a music class. Leaving me a note saying that you were here at 10:44 am and I pulled into my driveway at 10:45 am is just adding insult to injury.
Dear Moms in the aforementioned music class: I’m so glad you enjoyed the little class today. I had fun teaching it. But when there is a donation suggested for attending, please give. It’s only a buck per kid. I’m not getting paid for running this class, that money is going to cover the hundred bucks of my own money I laid out on instruments for this class. It’s also a nod to the fact that I have 3 music degrees, spent 7 years in school, 24 years in music, and thousands of hours honing my craft. Oh, and if you want to know about the class, don’t grill me on my qualifications. Ask about the class, don’t make me feel like I’m defending my degrees. I worked my ass off on those.
Dear Jackass who hit me last fall: I don’t know what you think you’re going to accomplish by taking this to court. I realize you have every right to a jury trial, and I will defend that right at the top of my lungs. But COME ON! This is a waste of the court’s time and money. If I had to sit on that jury tomorrow, I’d laugh at you. Then pronounce you incredibly guilty and make you pay restitution. Get a life.
Dear, dear, dearest husband: I know you work hard and I truly appreciate it. It allows me to stay home with the boys and raise them well. But these evening meetings are going to send me over the edge. I have missed more meetings (of which I am a co-leader) and evenings out in the last 3 months than I care to remember. “Just get a sitter” is not a good answer. The people who would watch the boys either can’t drive or are AT the meetings/events I’m trying to get to. You wanna know why you’re stressed to the breaking point? Yeah, check those evenings.
Dear Internets: If you’re about to comment that I should bring up the previous compaint with my husband, don’t bother. Bringing it up only angers both of us and what’s the point of that? Just brings to the fore my guilt that I’m not bringing in a paycheck.
Dear World: Go easy on me this week, it’s only Tuesday and it’s already been a long week.