All aboard the Hot Mess Express

My daughter, Cici, and nephew, Bryson, bonded over the movie AirBuddies recently.

I often jokingly refer to myself as a hot mess.

For a visual, if you drop your ice cream on the ground in the middle of July and the mess gets warm and starts to spread causing an unnecessary mess? Yeah, that’s me. I start out with a menial issue and turn it into some life-altering event, or at least make it look as such.

Now that I have a child and a husband, plus my sister and her two boys are living with us to help out, I’m even more frazzled than ever, and I have to admit I love it -- most days.

The last few weeks have been hectic, and this week has been no exception especially considering my job doesn’t stop when I walk out those doors.

Monday evening, I got a phone call from a source about a work question, during which time I had my phone up to my right ear and Cici hanging from my left hip. I was walking in circles to keep her calm while fielding questions from both the person on the other end of the phone and my 3 and 6 year old nephews who wanted to know who I was talking to and why in their loudest voices possible.

The best part of having my sister, the two boys and my daughter under one roof each evening is all the laughter. It’s darn-near chaotic with giggles when Logan is added into the mix on the weekends (we work opposite shifts).

Well, later Monday night at the exact moment I went to answer the phone, my youngest nephew said something that had me laughing so hard I was having a hard time breathing. Luckily the source was someone I also consider a friend, and was more concerned my gasps for air were from tears and was completely understanding, considering she has children of her own.

On Wednesday, I was awaiting an important phone call, and it came with someone yelling my name through the house repeatedly from another room and a little person stopping in to check on me to see what I was doing. While taking notes and trying to listen, I cover the speaker to yell back, “I’m on the phone!” like a maniac.

As I’m trying to ask a series of questions, I couldn’t help but giggle under my breath at how different my life is now considering in the past all day every day was dedicated to work.

But, despite all the chaos, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I just ask for everyone’s patience if you call me during family time because my four-month-old doesn’t seem to care if the phone call is for personal reasons or about a big arrest. She just wants mommy’s attention.

Sabrina is the editor of the Greene County Daily World. She can be reached at sabrinagcdw@gmail.com.