The Weekend Extravaganza
I remember the days, before children, when my husband and I would get out of work on a Friday, and maybe go out to dinner and see a movie. We would leisurely wake up on a Saturday and say, "What should we do today?" We might go for a walk, or take in a museum. Maybe have a little quiet reading time. Sunday morning was my favorite of all. We would stay in bed and do the crossword puzzle. Perhaps enjoy an afternoon bike ride. Whatever. It didn't matter. We had no time constraints. Yeah, life has changed, and with it, my mind has completely disappeared.
I now forget where I'm going, what day it is, and often the names of my own family members. If I didn't have my calendar available, I wouldn't know what was happening at any given minute.
These were the events of this past weekend:
Errands and publicity stops for upcoming signing
Sewing/gluing/wig work for all Halloween costumes
Neighborhood Halloween party
Trick or Treating, handing out candy, then back to party
Dance rehearsal for my daughter for three hours
Soccer game in the rain for son
Rock Band rehearsal for two hours for my son
Hosted a dance party at my house for the girls in my daughter's dance company
Sister in a car accident in my car (all safe, thank goodness), although my car will need some professional TLC. I'm not safe to drive without the back up warning in my car.
Birthday costume party for a close family friend
5K race and awards ceremony for my son
Book signing for The Happy Hypochondriac Survives World Travel
Visit with mother-in-law
Dinner at friend's house
Cooking, cleaning, multiple food/beverage shopping trips for the various events
You would think I have 14 kids and 3 husbands. In fact, we are just a normal family of four. I know that so many people are experiencing the same level of scheduling. It's quite ridiculous. Yes, all these things, outside of car accidents, are completely awesome. I have no complaints about that and we are grateful and love all our friends, family and opportunities. It's more that there is just no down time.
Last night my son complained that his heart hurt. Under normal circumstances, this would have thrown me into panic mode. Instead, I was trying to tie up loose ends on a bunch of stuff and pack him up for a drown proofing field trip. "You're fine," I said. "You are just sore from your run today." He did run pretty fast in those dirty, smelly little shoes. But this doesn't sound like me at all.