Where have I been? Why am I not blogging every day?
Let’s travel back in time to a day last week. It was the worst day of the week, but not entirely atypical of my days recently. Because, you see, I have four children, and three of them are enrolled in sports. Three of them are taking musical instruments. One of them has a social skills group. One of them has a medical appointment every week. One of them rides horses. One of them belongs to scouts.
I’m not exactly complaining. As a friend informed me, she didn’t tell me to have four children. But it’s rather wearing.
Typical bare-bones day would involve one child leaving for school at seven, another going to the bus at eight, the third going to the bus at noon, one returning at 2:37 (the bus is very punctual in Angelborough) and the other two returning at 3:15. Kiddo#4 will have had one nap in there somewhere, typically for 90 minutes.
Also at a minimum will be three children’s instrument practice, homework checks, basic cleaning (if you’ve ever seen my home, it’s very very basic cleaning) and cooking.
This is all doable and not worth complaining. But throw in three games and two or three practices a week, and you get a day like we had last week.
3:30: all the children have returned from school and are settled
4:05: everyone out the door where we head to…
4:10: McDonalds, where I buy dinner at the drive-through. We eat in the car while heading toward…
4:45: TenMilesAway, where I drop off one child fifteen minutes early for his social skills group. Then we bang a U-turn and…
5:25:…back down past Angelborough to NeighborTown, where one child is being dropped off for a softball game. Confer with other parent that it is okay to leave her there and other parent is in charge of her until one of us returns. Then back into the car with two remaining children…
5:45: …to head back home because the remaining child forgot his baseball glove and part of his uniform for his game. We then back out of the driveway and head to the park half a mile away…
6:00: …for that Kiddo’s baseball game.
6:45: My Patient Husband shows up with the child he retrieved from social skills group at 6:15. Then he gets back in the car and drives over to NeighborTown while I wait in the rain with Kiddo#4 for the current baseball game to finish up.
8:15: we’re all in the same house again, but Kiddo#3 is already asleep.
So, three kids with activities in three different towns at the same time.
No one told me to have four kids, and no one told me to sign them all up for sports. This only lasts a few more weeks, and somehow we’re making it work.
But in the meantime, I’m tired.