There was a time in my life, when I saw Friday as the beginning of something really special. A couple of days where I could relax, catch my breath, have some fun. Even when the kids were younger, it was still a day I couldn’t wait to get here.
Fast forward to today with kids age 10, 12, and almost 17 a house in the midst of repairs. Today I am taking Miss M to the doctor. Yesterday she was playing basketball at school and the ball hit her finger. She came home with it taped to the next finger, and it didn’t look to bad. When the tape came off, she couldn’t really bend it, and the swelling started. Ewww. After a ton of ice and a good night’s sleep, it still looks and feels crappy, so today we’ll go sit as a “walk in” at my doctor’s office. Fun, fun, fun. Last time we did this, we sat for 2 hours. Still better than the emergency room, though.
Tomorrow, I have an 8:45 dentist appointment. Yes, 8:45 on a Saturday morning. What was I thinking when I made THAT appointment?
Even more stressful? I’m taking my son at 11:00 to get his official driving permit and pay for his 6 hours of driving school. I’m not actually too worried about him driving. This kid has been “old” since he was little. He’s very careful about not hanging around “party” kids — I could leave a 6 pack of beer on the table and leave for a week, and they’d all be sitting there when we got back. Very serious, very straight-edge. I have no doubt he will be a careful driver, never letting people drive without a seat belt. Heck, he’s already said no one will ever, ever eat or drink in his car (when he gets one). But the fact that he’s old enough to drive? Good golly, when the heck did that happen?!
My plan (as of now) is to shove all “work” related things into Saturday, so that Sunday we can play. And of course, next Thursday starts Spring Break for our district, so I’ll probably get a lot done. Strange that I actually get MORE done when the kids are home? (School days consist of mornings following kids around making sure they are scrubbed, brushed, de-stinkified, properly clothed, eat, have lunch money, blah-blah. Afternoons are full of helping middle son navigate the piles of homework the middle school brought to him and trying to fit in actually cooking dinner.)
Wow, this was one of my more all-over-the-place posts, wasn’t it? But, at the end, it’s Friday, people. And anyway you cut it, it’s still pretty good.
I always found my life easier when the girls weren’t in school. My aunts said that I had it backwards-but I don’t think that all the afterschool frantic-ness existed when their kids were young. Now, the days off from school are actual days off!
It seems to me everytime life is supposed to slow down a bit, somethign always happens so that is does not. But TGIF!
i knew you would raise great kids..have a great weekend and good luck at the dentist.
When I was in junior high, I was catching a baseball and it hit the end of my finger. They taped it up, but the next day it was all swollen and looked awful. It turned out to be broken, but the x-rays never were read for a week and by then it had started healing so the left it. It healed crooked and now 35 years later I have a terribly crooked finger and the joint aches sometimes. Better to take her in and be safe.
We did the permit thing in February. I still haven’t driven with my daughter even though I know she is careful. I drove with her older sister ONCE and she did a 360 in our gravel driveway with me in the car and it wasn’t even on purpose. I guess I haven’t gotten my nerve back yet
Seriously, our kids sound a lot alike. My daughter is the “old” one too and oh so careful. I read your post to her and she agreed that it could have been written about her.Good luck at the dentist and have a good weekend.