Tuesdays are the black hole of time for my week. Time is sucked in and never seen again. Any moments thought to have a bit of time are stretched string theory style until unusable particles are all that are left.
The day is a blur of rushing. The day is also planned out so strategically that any deviation from the schedule results in lost activities, stress, and feeling bad for myself for not being able to fit it all in. Tuesdays are laundry day. Having my superhero cape in the wash could be why I feel despair so easily for lost time. I need to change laundry day. It’s on my to do list but keeps getting pushed down further and further.
Wednesdays, on the other hand, are where I get all my time back. At least in theory. Somehow the few extra minutes infused in the schedule here and there are just as fleeting as any other day. My 24 hour allotment evaporates just as quickly as Tuesdays. Or any other day for that matter.
I blame this blasted kindergarten schedule! Gwen’s teacher had the nerve to ask Gwen when I might start volunteering in the classroom. Of course Gwen passed on the message to me in her most guilt trippy voice. To which I replied, “I don’t volunteer in kindergarten classrooms. Besides that, I can barely get anything done as it is.”
Workout, shower, deprived primp time. That’s all I get to do while Gwen is at school. I am not volunteering. Heath said if I volunteered in Gwen’s class he would have to stay home the rest of the day because I would be catatonic in the corner. He knows me all too well!
Back to the illusion of a time padded Wednesday. First of all, it’s my workout day off. School starts an hour later on Wednesdays. All three kids go to school at the same time as a result. Gwen gets out an hour later which feels like I get extra time even though she’s still gone the same three hours. Unfortunately it does make for a shorter afternoon.
Tomorrow Heath is working from home. Right now that makes me feel like the day is stretching before me with endless possibilities. The truth is having him home will throw off my routine and by the end of the day I will resent him for it. But for now I’m so excited to have him home.
My neighbor had to trade carpool days so she’s taking all three of my munchkins tomorrow morning while I get to sit and eat bon bons with my extra 30 minutes. If only! Also my hair girls cancelled their hair appointment. Their schedules got too busy and something had to take the place of our hair time. Just for tomorrow. So now I don’t even have to rush to get my family ready by 8:00 and get two girls beautified before 9:00.
I almost don’t even know what to do with myself tomorrow! I’m sure I will find some way to waste the precious moments I have earned. Because at the end of the day, it’s probably more me than anyone else’s fault for my rushed and wasted days. But who wants to admit that!