Someone commented on the last post that they’ve noticed that I’ve switched to posting in the morning now that I’ve gotten married. Actually, I was still posting at night until this week, when I realized that 6:00, she arrives EXTREMELY EARLY. That is always true, I supposed, but she arrives PARTICULARLY early if you’ve been up late working, blogging, or beating the pants off your husband in Scrabble. (I joke. We have never played strip Scrabble. But now that I think of it….)
So I’m trying to get to bed earlier, and I’m trying out posting in the morning instead of at night. I haven’t decided yet if I’ll keep it this way, but so long as it continues to be dark when I get up (even though it’s the middle of summer), I’m going to try to get to bed at a reasonable time.
Because I? Am old. And I need my sleep.
Here’s the other thing I’m discovering, now that the kids are back to school: I feel like we’re overscheduled. Which is RIDICULOUS for a number of reasons, chief amongst them that today is only the third day of school AND each child has one sport and piano lessons. THAT’S IT. And that’s all it WILL be, because I think kids should have some free time to play and annoy each other and do chores and peel me some grapes.
But after just two days of getting off to school and then managing the after-school activities and homework and dinner and showers and bed, I feel like there is never time to just BREATHE.
Which makes me worry that it’s going to be a very long year.
Hopefully this is just the newness of everything getting to me, and we’ll settle into a routine, and everything will be fine. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Yes. And if it’s not, I can probably just get rid of one of the kids.
Actually, I have to point out that—in case some of you didn’t know—there are some HUGE BENEFITS to having a spouse. I KNOW! It was a shock to me, too. But yesterday afternoon, for example, Chickadee had class and I was trying to figure out how we were going to coordinate getting her there and back and the rest of the evening, and Otto came home early. TO COOK DINNER. Because he is my hero. Not only that, this enabled me to leave Monkey at home (not that he wanted to stay home, oh no, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make things a lot easier), and when Chickadee and I returned, Monkey’s homework was done and he’d practiced piano and DINNER WAS WAITING FOR US ON THE TABLE.
It was like waking up in the middle of some sort of magical dream.
Today, of course, shall be a bit less romantic; although the kids have no activities today (hurray!) I do have to meet with The Bug Guy this afternoon. And it’s my turn to make dinner, which means it will be less about charred flesh and more about how many vegetables I can hide in a given dish, but it’s all good.
And this morning? My husband and I are going out to breakfast. We might even make out a little. (Was I complaining about school being so early? Nevermind. Yay for school!)