Tuesdays are long...
Tuesday. You are so long. Why are you so long sometimes?
On this particular Tuesday, we did our usual morning routine of packing lunches and getting ready for our homeschool group. Tommy needed to stay home because he had a doctor's appointment later on for his broken finger. He won't stop breaking things. I don't like this new habit of his. In any case, even though he didn't need to be up and ready by 8am, he still decided to take a shower and occupy the bathroom when the other kids did need to use the bathroom to get ready. That means teeth were not brushed, something I discovered in the car on our way to school. Sigh.
I could not follow my normal schedule in class today. We all know what a sudden schedule change does to kids. Chaos ensued. At lunch I learned that Tommy definitely broke his finger, and I should expect a call from the OT. I ate my lunch in my car then outside because all I had to pack for my lunch was peanut butter and jelly. Our campus is nut free, and I take that seriously. Ergo, lunch was quickly eaten with care to not spread peanut butter anywhere.
By the time class was over, I was tired and my head hurt. After a few minutes at home, we went back out to drop Tommy off with a friend for a basketball game. Then we were lucky enough to go to my all-time favorite store, Walmart, where we bought items for Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes and shoes for Matthew. He'd torn up his fairly new shoes by being a 7 year old boy that plays hard outside all the time.
When we arrived home, I did manage to cook dinner. And by cook, I mean I poured a jar of marinara into my instant pot, dumped dry pasta over the sauce, added enough water to cover the pasta, and set my IP for 5 minutes. Once it was done, I added cheese to make it special. Then we went to American Heritage Girls and Trail Life.
Here is where I start to feel like the bad mom. I'm glad my kids are able to participate in AHG and TL, and I am so thankful that moms and dads come together every week so my children can be a part of these organizations and activities. And tonight was Operation Christmas Child Shoebox night which is awesome. They packed 85 boxes to be sent out into the world. And I wasn't there for any of it because as soon as the flags were pulled out for the opening ceremony, I was out the door.
Tuesday night I go to Panera. By Tuesday night, I am talked out. On Tuesday night, I order either a cinnamon roll or a pecan roll and a small drink, and I enjoy my dessert in silence. My head was throbbing tonight, and I was especially ready to be alone and not needed for a few minutes. So while the other wonderful, amazing moms and dads were helping out with OCC, AHG, and TL, I was sitting alone in a booth. I didn't have to think about doctors, my calendar, Thanksgiving plans, science fair, Latin, parallelism, trapezoids, basketball, grandparents, or nursing homes. All I had to do was decide how to cut my cinnamon roll. It was pleasant.
But tonight I did feel a little bad about it. I could have stayed and helped. I've headed up Operation Christmas Child at my church in the past so I know the work that can be involved. But then, I've headed up OCC at my church in the past. I do a school supply drive for a school in Honduras. It's not like I don't care. It's more like, I can't do more at the moment. So after thinking that thought for a minute, I went back to enjoying my cinnamon roll.
And now we're all home. The kids are in the process of going to bed. I chatted with a friend online because typing is better than talking at the moment. I am almost ready for bed myself, and I am ready for Wednesday.
On this particular Tuesday, we did our usual morning routine of packing lunches and getting ready for our homeschool group. Tommy needed to stay home because he had a doctor's appointment later on for his broken finger. He won't stop breaking things. I don't like this new habit of his. In any case, even though he didn't need to be up and ready by 8am, he still decided to take a shower and occupy the bathroom when the other kids did need to use the bathroom to get ready. That means teeth were not brushed, something I discovered in the car on our way to school. Sigh.
I could not follow my normal schedule in class today. We all know what a sudden schedule change does to kids. Chaos ensued. At lunch I learned that Tommy definitely broke his finger, and I should expect a call from the OT. I ate my lunch in my car then outside because all I had to pack for my lunch was peanut butter and jelly. Our campus is nut free, and I take that seriously. Ergo, lunch was quickly eaten with care to not spread peanut butter anywhere.
By the time class was over, I was tired and my head hurt. After a few minutes at home, we went back out to drop Tommy off with a friend for a basketball game. Then we were lucky enough to go to my all-time favorite store, Walmart, where we bought items for Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes and shoes for Matthew. He'd torn up his fairly new shoes by being a 7 year old boy that plays hard outside all the time.
When we arrived home, I did manage to cook dinner. And by cook, I mean I poured a jar of marinara into my instant pot, dumped dry pasta over the sauce, added enough water to cover the pasta, and set my IP for 5 minutes. Once it was done, I added cheese to make it special. Then we went to American Heritage Girls and Trail Life.
Here is where I start to feel like the bad mom. I'm glad my kids are able to participate in AHG and TL, and I am so thankful that moms and dads come together every week so my children can be a part of these organizations and activities. And tonight was Operation Christmas Child Shoebox night which is awesome. They packed 85 boxes to be sent out into the world. And I wasn't there for any of it because as soon as the flags were pulled out for the opening ceremony, I was out the door.
Tuesday night I go to Panera. By Tuesday night, I am talked out. On Tuesday night, I order either a cinnamon roll or a pecan roll and a small drink, and I enjoy my dessert in silence. My head was throbbing tonight, and I was especially ready to be alone and not needed for a few minutes. So while the other wonderful, amazing moms and dads were helping out with OCC, AHG, and TL, I was sitting alone in a booth. I didn't have to think about doctors, my calendar, Thanksgiving plans, science fair, Latin, parallelism, trapezoids, basketball, grandparents, or nursing homes. All I had to do was decide how to cut my cinnamon roll. It was pleasant.
But tonight I did feel a little bad about it. I could have stayed and helped. I've headed up Operation Christmas Child at my church in the past so I know the work that can be involved. But then, I've headed up OCC at my church in the past. I do a school supply drive for a school in Honduras. It's not like I don't care. It's more like, I can't do more at the moment. So after thinking that thought for a minute, I went back to enjoying my cinnamon roll.
And now we're all home. The kids are in the process of going to bed. I chatted with a friend online because typing is better than talking at the moment. I am almost ready for bed myself, and I am ready for Wednesday.
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