You know what? Today I just really don't wanna

That is pretty much my mindset today...I just don't wanna.  I acknowledge that sounds like something a little toddler would say, but it's how I'm feeling.  Fortunately, I scrubbed most of the house top to bottom yesterday so the cleaning is finished.  As for the rest of it...

I just really don't wanna have to remind Robert AGAIN to take care of the cats.  Seriously?  It has been part of your morning routine for the last SEVEN years.  And I definitely don't wanna hear how you don't feel like it.

I don't really wanna remind Catherine to make sure that she has her lunch.  It's day 21 of school folks.  As far as I know eating has been part of each one.  And I definitely don't wanna wait at the bus stop with her in 50 degree weather at a dark 6:30AM because she refuses to ride to school with her dad and catch the transfer bus, but then she almost misses the bus because she has so much stuff and isn't paying attention.

I don't really wanna have to ask Thomas, "Have you put on your shoes?  Have you eaten breakfast?  Have you brushed your teeth?  Are you sure?  Do I need to smell your minty breath and is your toothbrush wet?  Do you know where your jacket is?  Have you fed the cats?"  Literally every day.

I don't really wanna have to email Robert's cross country coach and explain that the reason he doesn't have Robert marked off for turning in his money and extra fundraising materials is that because of handing them into the coach, whom he sees every day at practice, Robert chose to seek out/hunt down the athletic director and turn them into him.  Really?  Hopefully the AD's follow through is good and we won't be charged $50 for the materials that were supposed to be turned into the coach.

I don't really wanna have to spend hours today working on my volunteer "job".  I don't wanna have to spend time writing a reimbursement check because even though I explained to "him" a month ago that his credit card had expired and he needed to get with me to get the new one that had arrived in the mail, he couldn't be bothered.  I don't really wanna spend time compiling a contact list of people who might be able to help "her" with senior night because she agreed to do it without bothering to learn the date and know whether or not she could even be in attendance.  And I definitely don't want to have to spend hours trying to figure out how to reconfigure our monthly statements and contact methods because the IT volunteer doesn't really wanna figure out why two systems can't communicate with each other.

That's really more than enough whining and complaining on my part.  Time to put on my big-girl panties and just deal with it!