Wednesday, September 10, 2014

9:23 PM
How I Feel
Man, the start of this new school year has hit me like a ton of bricks.

For starters both kids started new schools, which meant several school visits in advance of the first day to make sure everyone was comfortable before the actual T=0 start to the school year. (And yes these were mid-day, mid-week visits in case you were wondering, which was super convenient given my work schedule.)

This has also meant two drop offs in two different directions, new commutes and traffic patterns, and learning painfully what doesn't work (One parent can drop of both kids IF that parent wants to leave the house at 7:45 AM and only get to work by say, 9:00 AM).

The schedule has been different every week, with a million extra "back to school nights" and "welcome functions" and "first day of this and thats" meaning there is no routine and no one ever knows what the hell is going on and I am having to keep track of my obligations, and those of both of my kids, and make sure my husband and babysitter show up where and when expected, and that all the paperwork and homework and must dos get done, and sigh...

My son has cried and clung to me every single day at preschool drop off, making me feel like a totally AWESOME mom each morning as I drag my snot-covered shoulders off to work.

My daughter's soccer practice (that she loves) got switched so now it lands on the same day and almost the same time as her dance class (that she loves) and she refuses to try a different dance class so now she goes to soccer practice in her leotard and shows up to dance lass late - this option is really working for no one.

My son's gymnastics class got switched from 4 PM to 3:15 PM, so of course it is so easy for me to now leave work to take him to that.

My husband and I signed up for a lovely parenting class to learn how to be better and kinder and more patient parents, only the class it at 5 PM which makes it almost impossible for me to get to on time and is honestly feeling like the one more thing I don't need.

I have been solo parenting the kids to bed most nights of the week, which has meant at least one if not all of us are in tears or yelling at some point during the evening / bedtime routine - which should be so simple and lovely and somehow is just not.

Last night my daughter told me she hated me! for the first time. I guess I can cross that one off the bucket list.

And did I mention work (which is crazy)? .... or working out (which is lacking)? .... or sleeping(you know how that goes)? I am pretty sure I mentioned crying.

I liked it better when I was in the mountains.

Hang in there folks. Only nine more months until summer.

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  1. I feel your pain. Dodging bricks in Palo Alto. Hang in there. XO