I genuinely respect and admire SAHM’s, I really do. Because I couldn’t do it, or rather could, if I started indulging again in the merest hint of Valium and a Yukon Jack chaser. Not a lot, you understand, just enough to get me through the day. Now, I wouldn’t say I am so devoted to my career that I wouldn’t quit in a heartbeat were I to suddenly become independently wealthy; I would have to find something else to do, though, at least part time. Anyway, there are women who actually thrive on and excel at staying home with their kids, and I admire the hell out of them. However, I do have to say right out loud here that you SAHM’s are fucking it up for those of us who have to work. Sam has a rehearsal for his evening of hell orchestra concert today. At 4:00. You know, 4:00 when people who have to work are, you know, working. The reasoning behind this? The three people who are volunteers thought this would work out best for them. I wish I were kidding, too. Oh, and here is a great one: “Oh, if you would like to have a say about the times that are best for everyone, you could volunteer like WE do. We have been meeting during the orchestra classes; if you could be there from 8:30-9:30, that would be so great!” Umm-hmm, yep, it would. Of course, I don’t see any of these volunteers offering to provide rides for those kids whose parents DO have to work; maybe that would be inconvenient? The worst part? Part of Sam’s grade in orchestra is contingent upon his attendance at all of the classes/rehearsals/performances, so when I can’t leave work and hour early to get him to rehearsal, HE is punished for it. This isn’t a new thing, but it is still fucking annoying.
Speaking of annoying, I got pulled over again this morning, and this time I actually got a ticket. I get pulled over a lot; I think once or twice I might have even deserved a ticket but didn’t get one. This time, I was NOT speeding (for fuck’s sake it is snowing and the roads are slick; I wasn’t even going the speed limit!), he did not have his radar on, and he initially said, twice, “I estimated your speed at 20 MPH in a 15,” but then when I got the ticket it says, “23 in a 15 and accelerating.” WTF? I am pissed, I really am. If I am speeding, I deserve a ticket-period. I am not above the law, and don’t expect special favors or anything like that. But this same cop has pulled me over three or four times for bullshit things that he actually can’t write me a ticket for (once he pulled me over for dropping Hannah off in front of her school; he said that it was illegal to do so. I asked him,”Why isn’t there a sign, then, that says “No loading/unloading?” and I think that pissed him off), and for whatever reasons, he seems intent on ticketing me. Now, keep in mind that this is the first ticket I have gotten since Eli was a baby, so in almost 16 years; it isn’t as if I am recklessly speeding through life hoping I don’t get caught. He said, “I am going to give you until Christmas Eve to take care of this ticket, too, but be aware that the fine is double for a school-zone violation.” Wasn’t that fucking generous of him? So yeah, I can either take time off work to fight the ticket, which just isn’t going to happen (I can’t afford it), or I can bend over and take it up the ass and pay the ticket. Which I can’t do, which means my license will be suspended. Isn’t life just lovely sometimes? And by the by, Steve was with me this morning, and when I said,”Oh, great, what the fuck am I being pulled over for?” he glanced at the speedometer at the same time as I did and we both said,”I am not speeding!”
So. I am still trying to make it a good day, but it is sometimes pretty hard. The party for Steve’s side of the family is tonight, and sometime between now and 4:00 I have to figure out how to get Sam to his rehearsal, and then I have to figure out which is more important, paying the gas bill or paying the ticket, and if this happened to someone else, I would probably think it was funny. It isn’t. But what do you do, right? Lube up and bend over, and hope it’s over quickly.