I will not be a passive aggressive bitch (Repeat 1000x) in Everyday Musings of a Very Tired Mama

But I really want to.
Pickle and Booboo’s godmother (we will call her “M”) was supposed to come over tomorrow morning to watch Booboo so I could go to Pickle’s IEP meeting without any distractions. Last meeting I had to take her and it was a disaster.
Anyway I had texted her this morning about it and she said she never knew about it. And said she didn’t see a way that she could be available tomorrow. She said she was sorry for any miscommunication. I told her we had talked about it last week, but ok, I would figure it out.
I can deal with a miscommunication every once in awhile, but this happens all too often. She’s in school full time and doing two internships. She overextends herself and then crashes and burns. Two weeks ago we talked about Pickle’s IEP meeting and she said she could watch Boo. At that time I thought it was the 16th. So somewhere around the 14th she said she had been roped into a meeting at one of her internships (a remote job that is very flexible and she works maybe 15 hours a week) and she tried everything she could to get out of it–other than, of course, tell them that she had a previous commitment. A couple days earlier, Pickle had come home with a reminder paper about the IEP and it said it was the 23rd. So I told M I would check with his teacher and hopefully it had been rescheduled to the 23rd like it seemed. So teacher got back to me, and yes, it’s the 23rd. So I told M that and she was so relieved because she felt bad about having to cancel when we thought it was the 16th. The meeting is at 9:10am so she said she was blocking off 8:30-11:00 and would make sure nothing else got scheduled.
Like I said, this is by no stretch the first incidence. Being a SAHM, I either have to bring Boo everywhere or get someone to watch her. There are a lot of things I need to take Pickle to that I just cannot take Booboo too because I need to concentrate on Pickle. Babe can’t be taking off work all the time–it’s his OT he’s working that’s just keeping us afloat right now. M loves the kids and loves spending time with them, and she’s fantastic with them and I know she loves them to pieces; but she obviously has too much on her plate to be reliable. I hatehatehate when I cannot trust someone to honor their commitments. It makes me incredibly stabby. There have also been times in the past where she has been flighty and unreliable and she didn’t have a lot on her plate. So yeah. Just another reason why I really have to make an effort to connect with more moms in the area.
I swear I had an easier time going to appointments when I was working because at least Boo was in daycare. Now I’M her daycare in addition to her mom, Pickle’s mom, Pickle’s before and after care, Pickle’s advocate and chauffeur for everyone. Oh, and the housekeeper too. I desperately need to go to my primary doctor (once I find a new one), the dentist, the Gyn and my weight loss surgeon. I was a no-show for that appointment (because 1. I didn’t remember when it was and 2. I would have needed to find someone to watch Boo) and I’m too embarrassed to call them back.
So now, tomorrow morning we will all drive to drop off Babe at work at 7am, come all the way home to drop Pickle off at school around 7:45, then literally turn around and drive back up to Babe’s work and pick him up around 8:45, go back home and he will stay with Boo while I go to the meeting. Then he will go back to work and Boo and I will just walk to get Pickle when school is out. Sucks that we have to make that extra trip to Babe’s work, but this way he won’t miss as much work.
Oh and we have to do that on nearly not enough gas and hope our promo Visa card comes through by the morning because we have been overdrafted for over a week now and won’t be back in the black until Friday. And we literally have $5.00 which will have to go to gas (and hopefully that will be enough). His first check of the year for him was just 40 regular hours because of the holidays where even if OT was held (which it wasn’t) all time would have been straight time. Plus we had to spend nearly $300 on glasses before our benefits expired. And I paid $120 for 2 days of camp for Pickle over the holidays.
So M’s latest flake comes at the worst time.

This entry is so long and so full of complaints that I’m just going to make a separate entry for some other stuff. Props to anyone who read this whole thing.
That is, if anyone even reads me.