We have the first installment in our Live Today Well book club tomorrow, so I'm taking a break from intelligent and spiritual discourse to wax on about the Exercise In Patience that was my day yesterday. Because, let's face it, we all need to have this catharsis every once in awhile :0
6:30-8:00 am - Drag self out of bed. Make effort to look alive. Get kids off to school, both fully clothed, and remember to pack lunches and snacks. Victory is mine.
8-8:30 am - Drive in to work while both listening to a podcast AND praying a rosary. Pats self on back for ability to multi-task.
8:30-9:30 am - Frantically try to tick things off my to-do list before the dreaded first meeting of the day.
9:30-11:45 (!!!) am - Aforementioned meeting. So many souls released from purgatory. So many souls.
11:45-11:55 am - Frantically change for lunchtime Zumba class.
11:45 am -12 pm - Walk briskly to aforementioned Zumba class, stomach rumbling for lunch, but no time to eat for the weary.
12-1 pm - Zumba. Managed to stay upright for the entire class.
1-1:30 pm - Get back from Zumba and scarf down food at desk while working.
1:30 - 2 pm - Attend virtual meeting. Because there just aren't enough meetings in my life. 😱
2 - 4 pm - Frantically tick additional items off to-do list before leaving for home. Semester starts in 6 days. 😟
4:30 pm - Arrive home and re-acclimatize. Attire self in soft leggings and loud tunic top because I deserve it.
5 pm - Mike and I pull the leftover options out of the refrigerator for dinner, because God knows nobody feels like cooking.
5:01 pm - Children come into the kitchen, discover the leftovers, and begin to complain.
5:05 - 5:30 pm - Dinner, with 2 long suffering faces for the duration.
5:30-5:45 pm - Kitchen cleanup.
5:45 - 6 pm - Cuddle with Anne while she watches the same episode of Shimmer and Shine that we've all seen what feels like 40 dozen times.
"Two genies in a bottle...up in the starry skkkkkkyyyy!"
6:05 pm - Call Henry down to finish homework, since he proclaimed needing much assistance with Spanish and Religion. I am the official homework helper for both of those subjects, as well as ELA, while Mike tackles Math, Science and Social Studies.
6:06 pm - Henry unhappily appears, and things transpire as follows:
"Here's my Spanish worksheet. I don't understand this verb conjugation stuff."
"Oh I love verb conjugating! Gosh, I miss it... (and indeed anything mentally stimulating of late, but that's a topic for another day :0). Anyway, I'm rusty since I haven't done this since college. Let me see."
"All right, these are the basic forms you need to learn. You did some examples in class?"
"Yeah." *unhappy face* "But I can never remember them."
"Well, you'll get them. For all of them, you take off the -ar ending, and then apply the ending for that form. So with yo, you add an -o..."
*long verb explanation follows*
I want to check my memory for some of the forms to assure that I was guiding him correctly, since it's been approximately 20 years since I last conjugated a verb. Thus, I look one of them up while Henry works diligently away. I am distracted, because Henry is asking me questions while I do this, and so when Google asks me a bunch of (what I see as) inane questions, I punch answers in without really examining them. When I turn back to my phone screen, I see that Google Translate has been an eager beaver and translated my Spanish verb page into English. So.Not.Helpful.
While I fight with my phone, which is suddenly moving at the pace of glacial melt, Henry informs me that he also needs to define the verbs.
"Where's your Spanish dictionary?"
"Your dictionary. The Spanish one. So you can look up what these verbs mean."
"oooohhhhhhhhhhh! *That's* what that is for!"
The Tiffany inside of my head heaves a very long suffering sigh.
"Yes. That's why we got you one of those. Where is it?"
"Henry. When you have a Spanish assignment, *always* bring the dictionary home, OK?"
"For now, you'll have to find an online Spanish dictionary, but I'm far too tired to turn on the computer. You'll have to use my phone."
I remembered what most of them meant, but I was trying to be all parental and make him look them up himself. Several minutes elapse.
"Why is your phone so slow?"
"I don't know, I think it has something to do with Google Translate." *nostrils flare*
15 excruciating minutes later, the Spanish worksheet is complete. Grand.
"Now I have to answer my religion questions. Do you have the story about Joseph in the Old Testament memorized, because that's what I have to write about and I don't remember all of what we read in school."
The Tiffany inside my head is getting exhausted from all of these deep heaving breaths.
"Go get your Bible, Henry. That's what it is for."
7 pm - Get a cranky Anne up to bed and read 3 books to her because I'm too tired to try and talk her out of at least one of them.
7:30 pm - Come downstairs and pour BIG glass of white wine. For rest of evening do nothing but knit, drink and chat with Mike and Henry. Head to bed by 9:30, depleted by the thought of starting all over again in the morning.
3 am - *small hacking sound emanates from Anne's room.*
Sometimes, I tell you, nothing seems to go right. But I'm here, alive, and as of this moment, not sick yet. *cries!*
Have you had similar stretches, dear reader? All commiseration desperately welcomed. *heart*