Since school has been back in session I’ve been busier than a one-armed paper hanger.
Son is sticking with his “don’t be tardy” policy, which is fine with me, but until he gets his license (fingers crossed on September 30!) I have to ride along on the morning and afternoon runs. I don’t mind giving him the practice time, and he’s doing very well, but it cuts into my daily schedule a bit.
Only a few more weeks of this, though, and we got the HunDee back last night. It had been up at our mechanic’s garage for a week, and when I walked in I asked if I should pay a lot rental fee as well. We all had a good laugh over that. Since the HunDee is back home, Son can drive that to and from….with me providing the vehicle, that is.
Like I said, only a few more weeks.
Then there’s Daughter, who naturally has gotten into a daily pattern once she gets home from school. Practically a full two hour earlier than she got home from school last year, but I digress.
I had to leave, obviously, to go pick up Son’s car, so I wasn’t home when Daughter decided to jump in the shower. When I got home Husband said “She just turned off the shower and she hasn’t eaten yet.” Exasperated, I walked over to the bathroom door and said “You know you have a drum lesson tonight, right? We have to leave in fifteen minutes!”
Daughter, abashed, came out of the bathroom a few minutes later with wet hair but dressed in the clothes she’d worn to school. She apologized over and over as she hurriedly got something to eat.
(Because, ever aware mother that I am, I had dinner already prepared.)
Now me, on the other hand, I feel like all I’ve done is run run run. Well, walk, as I finally got back on the treadmill this week. If it wasn’t one thing it was my mother, since I not only had to make an unplanned Mart run for cough medicine (Daughter, as usual, had a nasty cold three days into the school year) but then take a call from my mother about an obituary she saw for someone I knew…and Mother was nebby.
Add to that the constant cleaning – two cats, remember – and playing the part of the washerwoman – no dryer, remember – and I was happy to be able to find the time to get on the treadmill, if only to have some time just for me. At least Husband got the needed part to finally get the dryer operational. I was afraid I’d have to hang underwear on the clothesline forever.
Which brings us to today, Friday, and a three-day weekend for Husband and the younglings. I just want to do as little as possible, since next weekend will be hectic: Son’s ACT test, Daughter’s birthday on the same day, and Daughter wants to go to the band exhibition that same day.
Busier than a one-armed paper hanger, I’m telling you…..