Loop in Loopy

On some days when I have my mommy moments or when I have this I-need-to-strangle-EVERYONE-in-the-office moments, it’s usually felt like something I could carry. But then again when I spill it onto him, it always seem to be pretty normal story.

What people don’t know about is what frazzled is – as in the true meaning of the word.

So I got frazzled mid day today. And I laid them down one by one much later on after my text to Ms Scorpionn:

My life, is a small percentage of a joke, right now. I will do my stand-up comic to you later okay.

Lists and lists of things I drafted out in point form. With sub-points. And ‘What Transpired’ with its own sub-points.

I have since shared that list entry in probably around 100 lines with him. My bet is he would say, “Mmmhmm”. But really, he hasn’t responded, just coz I don’t think he could brain it and sum as his wife (or any other wife in this world) to making things complicated. That’s an awesome thought, but yeah, NO.  It’s more to like, really, you can’t brain it.

In short, Grandma (my mom) has helped to send my girl to school 30 minutes before the school activity begins that the school’s guard called me coz she didn’t know where to go. Then we found out that we kinda lost her because Grandma said I didn’t mention what time her activity ends – until I called home asking to speak to Little Girl just to check if she got home on time as her afternoon session school will begin in a couple hours after.

So I had to call the school’s activity organiser, one person after the next. The school transporter back and forth. Then Grandma calling me back to check in how it’s going.

While at the same time…

I had to take some printing items from a local printer.  Brenda* is to bring them on her trip and she would be waiting in her car at the office for it. When I called the printer to check on progress, they said it’s being in the final stage. Then I dropped off Mandy* to the post office on the way there.

Unfortunately, the printer was not being direct with me, made me wait for more 40 minutes, not knowing that they were only rolling the items in their machine; while I had a hard time trying to gauge where Brenda was when she wasn’t responding to any of my calls/messages. So I tried calling EVERYONE ELSE – *crickets*. Yes, awesomely left me blur of what to do next. Then Mandy told she’s done and reminded me to pick her up later. And all of the ‘missing child’ happened.


We’re lucky that the school’s transporter was proactive and sent my niece (who was on the bus for morning session) looking for my daughter all over school. They found her, she came home. Everybody was happy.

Then Little Girl called me NOT TELL ME she got home safely, but… “Mom, you will be sending me to school later right? When are you getting me the gigantic paper card (manila card)? Can’t you get it from the shop on your way home to pick me up? I can’t do the face mask without it. How can I make one without the paper?” – I told her flatly to don’t make one and I’m not a stationery shop. Moreover, her teacher only informed the students the night before. How?


Oh well. We stopped by the stationery shop on the way back to school.

#feelingmeh #suchintenseinsanity #awesomeloopy

So long someone who understands has laughed with me about it.

PS: I just cannot brain work anyhow now. They shall be left there as awesome as can be.

*Note: Name changed to something more awesome. (It seems I have no other word to use aside of awesome. Clearly I cannot brain anymore this evening.)

PS NOTE: Clearly he couldn’t brain. He just called me asked if Little Girl had and went for her school activity this morning. Men. No. Married men. Yes. 


Author: momsthetruth

Struggling INFJ living in broad daylight and pretends she sleeps through the day like a vampire but knows nothing about Twilight, aside of that hairy beast thing that changes when the girl he can't have does something that can get herself killed.

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