The radio counselor made a case for not over-scheduling our kids. I rolled my eyes and snapped back at the radio, What about kids who over-schedule their moms?
I dropped off my special needs daughter at her transitional life skills class before I got gas again, ran to the bank, paid bills, stopped at the cleaners, did two loads of laundry, made urgent phone calls, picked up my daughter at school, fixed my kids’ lunch, took my youngest daughter to basketball practice, and researched colleges that looked like a good fit for my baseball-player son.
Somehow, this week will include four trips to and from the local junior college, three basketball practices, five baseball games, one basketball game, shopping for a prom dress, five loads of uniforms to be washed plus all the regular laundry for a family of six, a doctor appointment, two piano lessons, a piano ensemble recital, a voice lesson, a Bible class and a writer’s guild meeting (for me), a basketball fund-raising event, picture-gathering for my son’s upcoming graduation power point presentation, and grocery shopping twice. I can only fit five gallons of milk in my fridge at a time, and with four kids over the age of sixteen that’s two grocery runs a week.
Also cluttering this week’s bulging calendar-a Special Olympics basketball tournament and a MHMR state survey for my special needs daughter, including mountains of paperwork and a home visit, requiring, of course, a clean and orderly home, a TB test and follow-up screening, and documentation in pristine order. They’ll be sure to ask, “Has the cat been vaccinated?”
Where the heck did I stash my state-required in-case-of-terrorist-attack kit?
And I’d like to get a book proposal finished this week.
Lupus management requires a daily thirty-minute workout (not in the sun) with eight-ten hours of sleep a night, plus naps on the tiring days. The doctor says reduced stress is a must. Right. Highly nutritious meals and plenty of sunscreen. I don’t have time to apply sunscreen multiple times a day and does Instant Breakfast count as highly nutritious?
I don’t think I have a point to this blog. I merely wanted to whine. Indulgent of me.
I’m sure most moms can relate-we all need a break. So cancel a few things this week and hang out in Starbucks for a few moments. Maybe we’ll run into each other. I’ll be the one napping in the corner cushy chair.
