It's #4's birthday so time to really focus on losing that baby weight. 'Cept baby is now 11 and searching for armpit hair every frickin' day. When he finds one, he wants to name it Gordon. This is what happens when you don't let your kids watch TV.
This is not a ringing endorsement of throwing a job into the mix for those comfortable staying at home. But I'm here to tell you, if your kids are old enough to search for armpit hair, you need to get a job. And if you are relentless in your pursuits and prove yourself essential once hired, you may snag a job that lets you do both. If not, search for another. Moms are returning to work and making life and careers happen simultaneously, and so can you. I'm hoping I can too, and I hope not all days are birthdays.
6:00 am Birthday Wake-Up: Blast Beatles Birthday song on high throughout the house. Dance with BernDog and jump on bed. Coffee, breakfast and presents. Drive kids to school who miss bus.
7:00 am Get dressed in grown up clothes. Clearly, the most difficult part of my day. Client meeting means shower, blow dry, real clothes and a little lipstick. Not my strong points.
8:45 am First, munchkins to celebrate birthday boy's big day at school. Drive Munchkins, broken arm kid, trumpet and backpack to school. Misplaced the memo about prepackaged, individually wrapped, clearly labeled store-bought food items only. That will cost me a fortune, and I can't bake. So it's Munchkins and coffee to soothe things over for the nice teacher. Jet to next appointment 20 miles away.
11:00-1:00 Client meeting to discuss goals, plans and communication strategies...again. No problem, we can talk some more. (JUST PULL THE TRIGGER ALREADY!) Think they'll feed me?
2:30 High School. Pick up kid after school activity and return home. She's on her own for return trip to school at 4:30.
3:00 conference (cell) call in park 'n ride someplace off highway.
3:30 Cross Country Meet (40 minutes away) for anxious, excited #3 who thinks today's the day she beats THE running star from the middle school. She just may do it.
5:00 leave Cross Country, find food for hungry runners. Head to swim meet 45 minutes north, during rush hour on road that's been under construction since I was in high school.
7:00 Swim meet. Last high school event, sad day due to death of favorite senior and freshman's dad, emotional tsunami guaranteed. I've had it with dead dads. Please people, stop dying. It's torturing my town.
Travel time isn't even included here. I'll put over 150 miles on my car today, and never go over 45 mph. I'll work for two clients, three+ kids, this blog, and hopefully not have anything else thrown into the mix: like pink eye, strep, heartache, sick parents, bad news phone calls or rush deadlines.
|Birthdays happen. Thankfully.|
It's crazy today, but someday it will be calm and quiet, and I'm going to miss all this. But not today.