I have to admit, I am enjoying my free weekdays.
Even with the freedom though, things are still so busy. And tonight’s post is a random bunch of thoughts, observations, and questions I have that I meant to put out there this week but never got around to.
First, last night was our fifth open house.
Holy shit. Thank God those are done.
But I was talking to another mom last night whose daughter went away to college and now the only kid left at home with her is her son who is in the same grade as Number 3. And she was saying how she has two hours of free time every afternoon, and she’s so not used to it that she’s basically been wandering around her house and ultimately not doing anything.
It took me until today, the 12th day of school, to actually be productive and semi-efficient.
It’s fucking hard to go from having to budget just about every second of your time in order to get anything accomplished to having hours and hours available to you!
I actually wrote my masters thesis on this topic — athletes and their grades in season vs. their grades out of season. And the findings were the same as what we parents go through when all the kids are finally in school. The majority of athletes have better grades during the season than they do once their season is over. More free time can be difficult to manage at first!
So if you have found yourself walking around in circles like an idiot and getting pretty much nothing done, you are in good company.
You also know that I finally bought Awesome, and it took the stains out of her favorite shirt so she could finally wear it to school.
She wore it to school on Wednesday.
Then after the meltdown from hell on Wednesday, she woke up on Thursday and told me she wanted to wear her favorite shirt again.
And not having the energy to deal with a pre-bus meltdown, I let her wear it.
Oh — our dryer also shit the bed last week, so I have to hang everything out to line dry until we get a new one. And while I kind of find it to be cathartic, that shit takes time. Normally I do at least one load of laundry a day, but there’s not really time to do it in the afternoon when the kids get home from school and before we go to practice and have it all dry before dark because once it’s dark there’s now way I’m taking that crap down.
So anyway, today when Number 7 woke up and asked if she could wear the same shirt again, well, I let her. It didn’t smell. And it didn’t have visible stains on it.
And even if it did, I think I would have let her wear it because there are only so many massive Number 7 meltdowns I can handle in one week.
So Number 7 wore the same shirt to school three days in a row this week.
Two or three or five kids ago, this would have mortified me.
Whatever gets them the hell out the door and on the bus works for me.
So if you have a kid who only wants to wear one thing to school, well, I get it.
And you are in good company.
How often do you guys change your kids’ sheets?
Because I can’t remember the last time I changed some of the sheets in the kids’ rooms.
The kids who still have an accident on occasion are good, cause every time they pee in their bed their sheets get changed.
(Well, I might just cover that shit up with a towel until the morning, but then at least the next day I change them. Unless I forget until we go up to bed that night and I see the towel and remember, FUCK. I forgot to change the damn sheets. So I check to see if the towel smells and if it does I just take it off and put a new towel on top and then wash the sheets the next day…Am I the only one who does that, too?)
Anyway, I think college freshmen might wash their sheets more often than I wash my kids’ sheets.
And thank God the dryer broke, because now I still have an excuse not to wash them as often as I should.
So if you can’t remember the last time you washed your kids’ sheets, you are in good company.
Finally, I spent some time on Pinterest this week looking at lunch ideas for the kids, and (because I was struggling with time management) about four hours later I ended up on a blog post about how kids’ lunches are never cold enough, even with an ice pack, and they sit in the danger zone sometimes for like four hours or something like that, and two hours is okay but any longer than that and you are basically giving your kid some sort of bacterial infection that will kill them in a matter of hours.
And I don’t know about you, but there have been many, many nights where I’ve made something for dinner and had a bunch left over, and I’ve fallen asleep or something and realized several hours later, like that-temperature-danger-zone-blog-post-lady-would-have-had-a-fucking-heart-attack amount of hours later, and we are all still alive.
And none of us have had a crippling bout of diarrhea.
So anyway, do you guys stress about that? Cause I totally don’t.
And if you are like me and you don’t keep your kids’ lunches in the arctic temperature zone for the duration of the school day, well, you’re in very good company there, too.
Oh yeah. One last thing that makes me super excited because I’m a mom and this is what my life has been reduced to.
I just discovered last night that the latest season of the Blacklist is on Netflix. I feel like it’s the night before grown up Christmas. It’s pretty much the best show ever.
Like it’s right up there with Breaking Bad as far as I’m concerned.
So I won’t be getting any sleep for the next three nights.
But that’s okay.
Because once Monday rolls around, I’ll have plenty of time to not use effectively, and I can waste a bunch of it by taking a nap.
And those are my deep thoughts for the week.