Parents in the civilized world are familiar with the sort of
day I’m having today. It’s not a bad or good day (yet). It’s not even a
particularly frenetic day. But it is a FULL day.
Wednesdays are great because they are my short day at work.
For some reason, I tend to have a lot of meetings on Wednesdays, but that works
alright because I can have meetings all morning and then cut and run for school
dismissal, because our district has half days every Wednesday. So Wednesdays
are the day I allow for things to get started and talked about, but not
necessarily done, at least at work.
Home is a different story though. Since we are off early,
Wednesdays are when we DO stuff. Wednesdays are for the library, talking about
and tackling interesting projects at home, and other things that the regular
school day doesn’t usually allow for. We have a lot of appointments on
Wednesdays.
Today we will go straight from school to a follow up with
the pediatric GI specialist, who is helping some of us make great strides with
feeling well and all systems functioning, and being glad to start the day, or
at least not hating it so much. Since it’ll be a quick turn, and since half-day
Wednesday also means no lunch at school, we will eat apple slices and leftover
pizza on the way to the pediatric GI specialist, where we will also meet with a
nutritionist, who will hopefully convince some of us that more fruits and
vegetables are a GREAT idea for feeling well and helping all systems function,
because WE DON’T BELIEVE OUR MOTHER.
After that we will have a little time at home to gather
karate uniforms and get our heads on straight. I MAY have time for my daily
collagen mug cake treat (please, dear Lord, amen), and the boys will do their
dog-walking gig, and then most of us
will head off to karate, except His Highness, who will stay behind because he
has a scout meeting.
I have things on my list to accomplish while I gaze proudly
upon my little grasshoppers learning their katas and life lessons. The thing I
like about karate is that there are only so many things I can do, sitting in
the parent area, so karate is also becoming my time to read paper books. I
finished Quiet by Susan Cain a couple weeks ago, and I’m still figuring out which one in my
pile to start next. Of course, there’s also Secret Society on my phone…
The unfortunate thing about Wednesday karate is that it runs
straight over and through my normal dinner cooking time, so tonght we will eat
out. I may pick up McD’s on the way
home, but I’m still mulling that one over. The Cat Daddy is usually more than
willing to cook dinner on karate nights, but the thing about tonight is that I
have a district roundtable meeting for scouts, and I don’t want to do dishes. I
want to wipe down the counters and organize the kitchen, but that will become
extremely more difficult to achieve if I also have dishes to clean. So take-out
it is.
After that I will go to said meeting, while the Cat Daddy
holds down the fort and wrestles the cherubs into their beds, which in our
house is a bigger challenge than I feel it should be. I mean, I LOVE going to
bed, but my people don’t share my love of bedtime. Which to me is crazy,
because they don’t even have to worry about back exercises and foam rolling and
all of that, but all I can say is they don’t comprehend what delights await when
they learn to appreciate sleep.
Thinking about all of that this morning, as I looked into my
closet and felt the weight of the day. I wanted to look presentable, but given
the time constraints I needed something that would last the day, going to all
these different things, and sitting in these different spaces, and juggling all
these different roles. Business-casual-be-darned, I needed to feel as comfortable
and bada$$ in my own skin as possible, standing there doing my power pose.
That is why I wore jeans to work today.
