Hot mess, that is!!
It's been really chaotic at home these days. Not that I am complaining as all three of us in our household are all healthy and so much inlove with each other but things and schedules are all crazy and me, being a scattered-brain to start with, can't just keep up with this crazy, crazy phase in our family life.
As I was writing drafting this post, I was in the commissary office waiting for my name to be called. Don't worry, I didn't do anything bad! The only record I have in this country is that I was caught without a seat belt inside a moving car. Long story, but yeah, I am already an offense maker.
Anyhooooo, reason that I am here is that I need to get an affidavit of loss for my ID. I lost it practically without knowing how and when. I'm kind of in a hurry to get it replaced as we are in the middle of processing some important documents.
And hoo, hah! I just learned that I had no idea where my passport is. OUR passports! They are all in one pouch and the location of the said pouch has just decided to elude my memory. After putting our house upside down, inside out, thank God I was finally able to find 'em.
Did I mention already that our house is in total jumble right now? Unshelved (yes, accept that as a word as I have no time to check the dictionary right now, mkay?) groceries are in the hallway and everywhere in the floor kitchen. Documents on top of every furniture. Unloaded dishwasher. A mountain of dirty dishes. Unfolded clothes. Unmade beds. Gooey bathrooms. Toys everywhere (ok, that is forgivable). Bunny dusts on the floor, everywhere. Umm, that's it. I shall not continue describing the state of the house right now before I start to pick my eyebrows and eat 'em.
And oh! I can't count how many days hubby and I haven't eaten a decent lunch. We simply couldn't find time to cook and well, even sit down together and munch each other. I mean, munch something together.
My day job? Not spared from all my hullabaloos... I did mistakes here and there that could have hurt my career if only my bossess do not know me.
Ok, so my name was called in the commissary and proceeded inside the office to tell them my story. I sat on the chair infront of the table where the officer is seated on the other side. He asked me what is my business there and just before I could open my mouth, my stupid very hungry tummy made the most awful, embarrassing sound it ever made in my whole entire life. I was hoping the officer didn't hear any of it but judging from his awkward facial expression, there was no denying that he didn't hear it. My face was burning with embarrassment and with a sheepish smile, I just said "Uhm, I haven't had lunch, sorry". And the rest of the 10 minutes was just me stammering in Spanish.
Good thing the officer new I am already married otherwise, he might have been thinking by now "Poor girl, she'll surely be single for the rest of her life". Or perhaps he's thinking something like "poor husband...".
I couldn't even imagine if I would be able to survive the past week but I'm here, finishing this article so I guess yes, I did survive last week. I survived it with bruises and an ego resting on the floor but I survived. Because mamas have no other option but to survive, right?
Tell me I'm not the only one who has days like this.