I love summer. Or, I used to. I count down the weeks till I'm done babysitting so I can kick back and focus on stuff I want to focus on.
So, um . . . when does that start? The 'doing my stuff' bit. I'm losing my patience, or maybe my mind. Probably both.
I've been to the grocery (or convinced a kid or Coach to: "Grab 5 things") INSANELY frequently lately . . . including twice today, and both trips involved me - no delegating. I'm waiting to get a call from the fraud department at Mastercard:
Some very hungry person has your credit card. Don't worry, we'll catch the perp on his next run into a store. We're noticing a pattern of every 6 to 12 hours. Who could possibly grocery shop THIS much?
|My other favorite past time - downsizing or eliminating things from the fridge that don't need to take up SO MUCH SPACE, particularly because new arrivals are always joining the ranks. |
Thursday we messed up. It dawned on me: I had no car until the girls returned from b-ball camp around 10:15. Ed often has a loop after the girls get back, so he takes that car. Thursday he caddied early so he had my car, girls had kid car. Coach had the great white at work.
Reg needed to be at his b-ball camp by 10, which means get there by 9:45 to be READY to start at 10. I used my phone-a-friend and scored him a ride with a neighbor whose son plays varsity too.
Another b-ball kid has driven Reg a ton this summer but couldn't that morning because of his own family car shortages. I baked after the tornado when it was in the low 70s. Reg will thank him on my behalf with a plate of cookies.
The funny thing is: I REMAIN OPTIMISTIC. I make a list each day and I stupidly believe I.will.get.it.all.done. After I get it all done, I will work on my projects: blogging, writing my memoir, and working on the grad video I NEED to complete prior to Tank's grad party.
My brain needs to be rewired to think:
This ain't happening.
Wave the white flag, now.
Next short post will demonstrate how the mind is the first thing to go. Anyone else not able to get anything accomplished in the summer?
Bonus short story: I eluded to my difficulty walking across a moving boat in my tornado post . . .
|I finally kicked off my shoes. I'm sorry I don't have the sound track for this, so you could hear my kids taunting me. Coach IS trying to help me, although it looks like he is tossing me overboard. Curly, Mini, Tank, and Reg are cry-laughing.|
Conrad's parents (Ed's friend, sister is BFF of Mini's) invited us to hang out on their boat last Friday night. We had a blast.
I didn't grasp the expectation when they wanted to take a photo. I thought they were snapping a photo of the kids who were sitting at the front of the boat. Conrad's parents asked me to hand them my phone, followed by pointing. It wasn't until I was moving towards the front of the boat (in cute wedge sandals, mind you) that I felt like I might go over the edge of the boat. I can swim, but I didn't WANT to.
A tiny little silver bar separated me from Lake Michigan. Apparently I was expected to glide along the boat without clinging to the side for dear life. To everyone's amusement, I hunched over the cabin area window part of the boat, inching my way to the front like a goof.
Eventually, they took some decent family photos of us in addition to some very comical ones, minus Ed and Lad who had other plans. Everyone is smiling . . . because I was being laughed at.