This new schedule is not desirable. Fortunately, I am the only one complaining. Jackson loves his afternoon early intervention class and both boys like being home by 3:20 to play and run around the house half naked. (Yes, really.) I, on the other hand, feel like I’m short-changing my boss, racing out in the middle of my already short day to chauffeur Jack, then leaving uber-early to pick them up. It is additionally difficult during the weeks I’m on my own. I’m cutting off conversations and grabbing my keys mid-apology, speeding down the highway so I don’t get frowned upon by the gracious teachers. I perpetually arrive after the short bus leaves. This means the door is locked and I get to bang on it until they peek around the corner and I look at them apologetically, saying, “I’m so sorry! I hit every red light! And then I was attacked my the biggest tumbleweed I’ve ever seen and then…”
Something’s gotta give. Because now I’m sitting here in a clean house and all my laundry is done. I could watch TV but that doesn’t satisfy and the boys are off playing in their room together nicely (SHOCKER!). I have all this pent-up energy that I could expend on my work and instead I’m pacing the house straightening picture frames. It isn’t that I want to work until 6 p.m. and come home to a haired house, but this racing around business – then coming to a screeching halt at 3:30 – has to stop.
Really, in the scheme of life, none of this even matters because right now my sister and her husband are at a funeral and people are sick and there’s so many more important and grave circumstances other than my puny scheduling complaints. Yet, while I know “it could always be worse,” I still sit here stirring, wondering and waiting for the other shoe to drop.
If you haven’t heard yet, Jeremy lost his only functioning hearing aid at school yesterday. Many tears and a full search later (by the elementary school custodial staff and a crew of teachers), we are without any hearing aids. When we scrounge up a few thousand dollars, we’ll get them replaced. Honestly, it was only a matter of time.
Sooo, running 50+ miles on the treadmill didn’t do it for ya?! =PI certainly sympathize w/your sentiments & can feel nerves about to snap –for so many of us. Lord, pour your Spirit of protection, wisdom & grace!