My Week Review: Yes, it’s Only Wednesday
Monday, I woke up and was without my hubby. The lucky man is out in the wild doing the whole fishing and being a guy thing. I got my oldest boy off to school, the girl does the whole I’m almost a teen and self-sufficient thing. I jumped into cleaning.
In January, I was not in a head-space to do what I was supposed to do. Therefore, my ornaments sat in a clothes-basket until Monday when I finally put them and my Christmas tins away. But the work didn’t end there on Monday. I cleaned and cleaned and organized and made my living room just better. I’m not a slob, I just let things get piled and junky for a little bit until I can clean again. So it’s clutter not dirty. Does that make sense? I had to stop cleaning and run a few errands as the troop leader for girl scouts.
In the middle of cooking supper, I got an SOS phone call. My mother’s car had broken down while she was in route to my house for babysitting. (I’m needy, especially this week.) Kids and I loaded up and went to her rescue–like any good daughter would do. Back home I finished supper and headed out the door. Kissing my babies and–now stranded–mom bye.
Once I got to our meeting locale, we had our end-of-the-year meeting with girl scouts. My troop spent the hour snacking, giggling and playing a game I had never heard of before. They played Night at the Museum; a game in which everyone is a living statue who has to be frozen when the night manager comes by. If the night-manager catches you moving, you become the night-manger. It was comical to see the girls freezing in funny poses and trying to hold them while not being caught. It was a fun way to end the year.
Once back home, kiddo to bed and mom settled in for the night–she insisted to not drag the kiddos out–it was bedtime. Without my hubby being home, I had the whole bed, but sleep was restless. I’ve grown accustomed to his snores and tossing. Without it, I was hyper-aware of every noise and my own moment. It was strange.
Tuesday, started with coffee. Sleep crusties in my eyes still as I put the pot onto brew. It was just needed from the lack of decent sleep. Kiddos to the bus. I ran my quick errands before my mom hijacked my car to go home and do her list. I wanted to clean. I needed to clean. I planned on cleaning. But instead, I planned and prepared for the SU meeting that was happening that night. I swore I wasn’t going to put it off to the last minute, but I often lie to myself. It’s a problem.
Once that was preparation was completed and after I put the pre-schoolers on the bus I decided I needed rest. I did. I went to take a nap. It was glorious and wonderful and a complete waste of time. But I obviously needed it. I woke up to a phone call. My mom was on her way back to me, and then we would go pick up her car. Kudos to the garage who towed, diagnosed, and repaired her car’s issues within 24 hours.
Took her to the garage, returned and got boys off the bus. I can’t tell the school is less than two weeks from being done, because my oldest son is just a melt-down every day about homework.
“But Mom, I want to play outside.” “But Mom, homework is stupid.” “But mom, I don’t wanna” “But Mom, I did this at school.” “But Mom, I can’t my brain stopped working,” I swear I hear these phrases every night when it comes to homework. He still hadn’t finished the one page of six math problem when I left my SU meeting.
At the beginning of the year, it took an adjustment period but then he was all about his homework. He wanted to do the whole week on Monday so he could be done. He would do it on the bus. He loved getting it done. I know it’s just because it is no longer new. No longer fun. He wants the school year to be over. I get it. I was the same way with college, so burned out at the end that I hated it. But it’s hard to get him to soldier on, so when he went to bed, the math sheet was still not done.
My SU meeting went well. I berated myself afterward because I have all this information, it’s all in order and then I get asked a question while I’m conducting the meeting and I messed up my papers. Then was so disorganized the rest of the meeting. I hated it. I hated how it looked. I hate that I was like a deer-in-the-headlights afterward. I hope that next year with the SU I will be better maintained. I have a plan that I want to see if it will work.
Then I ended up talking too long with some other troop leaders at the SU meeting and somehow an hour and a half went by and I didn’t know it. Making me not get home until way too late and feeling like scum because Mom was stuck at my house with two boys who were being a PAIN! I still feel bad about that. I need to start wearing a watch again. Eeek.
I slept soundly Tuesday night until 5 am when I woke up to dogs barking and was instantly wide awake. I made the decision to stay laying in bed too rest. I told myself I’d lay there until my alarm went off at 5:45 am, get up then and start my day. I was so wide awake that I was just laying there watching shadows dance across my ceiling. Until the next thing, I knew I was waking to my alarm, from a wildly real dream. I was disoriented and was like, no, not starting my day. Then ended up sleeping until it was time for the oldest boy to wake up. So that was a bewildering start to the day. Coffee again a must.
Now I’m awake, showered and rambling about the last two days. On my third cup of coffee. Tonight is busy because of a church service. The daughter’s band concert is tomorrow night and Friday will be spent making the brithday cake. This week has been crazy busy and it’s only Wednesday. It’s not even really all that bad, it just been a lot of back and forth which gets exhausting.
I suppose the true point of this blog post is to let anyone know; hey, I’m still alive. Things are still moving along in my life. We do the daily grind and keep moving forward. I’m trying to be the best daughter, wife, mother, friend, and person I know how to be. Coffee is my friend. Life happens and I bounce around it.
What has your week been like? What have you been up to?
that is all.