Remember the gauntlet from … oh, pick an action movie, where the hero has to run over barrels, dodge swinging blades, swing over a swamp full of alligators and do it all without losing the egg he’s carrying? Something like that?
Welcome to parenting two kids. At least, the way I do it.
So, first I have my job, which takes 8 hours of my day plus two hours commuting to and from. For said job I have to be dressed, clean and have something to eat during the day, so add in laundry and groceries and a little prep time … plus making the coffee. Can’t live without the coffee.
So that’s around 10.5 hours per day, leaving me 13.5 hours left. I sleep for around 7 of those.
During the rest of the time, I am co-mentoring a Lego Team which requires reading a whole ton of material, meeting with kids 2-4 hours per week, meeting with my other mentors, preparing materials for team meetings, emailing parents – and these kids don’t just have to build stuff out of Lego, they need to create a project to solve a real-world problem, present it and a discussion of the league’s core values in front of judges and program a lego robot to autonomously complete a long list of complicated tasks.
New information comes home from school every day – field trip forms, classroom rules, homework, new school supplies, band information, gym requirements, tryouts for jazz band. Information from day care comes home – new classroom, new stuff to bring in, new educational plans that parents can facilitate at home.
Relay for Life is starting up again – cupcake baking, fundraising, event staffing.
We’re working out every week, Hunter has a swim class every Saturday.
Workouts – I am getting the guys to the gym twice, I do weights twice and run three or four times, though the times I run with Archer are really not a good workout for me. My ankle (tendonitis) is really bothering me lately. I am frustrated that I can’t run as far and as fast as I want, and am doing my best to rehab it without staying off it so much that I lose my cardiovascular health. No, I don’t want to swim or bike or do the elliptical. That shit bores me, I want to run. Even if I have to run painfully slowly.
Our house is a wreck from the yard sale and we need to reclaim our living space from the piles of stuff we didn’t sell.
The couch is broken, the shower curtain rod is rusty, the cat is peeing on the rug.
Hunter runs around the house like a tiny tornado, leaving destruction in his wake and constantly endangering himself and others. I am trying to teach this menace to ride a bike.
If I have any spare time, I try to feed my soul with books, music and theatre. Amazingly enough, I have seen two plays in the last two months. Go me.
Preparing healthy, tasty meals for my family that everyone will eat, shopping for food that has a short list of pronounceable ingredients – that is another project. Ongoing.
Scheduling play dates for Archer with kids whose parents are just as busy as we are is a juggling act.
I really needed to write all this out because it makes it less overwhelming. I’m actually in a fairly good mood, but the Looney Tunes theme is playing in my head on repeat and I gotta go fix lab errors during my lunch hour so forgive this unedited ramble.