That one word best sums up my life. I had a moment today of overwhelming to-do lists when I reminded myself I live the life of 2-3 adults:
1. I work full time
2. I do consulting on the side as a second job
3. I’m a mom
4. I’m a homeowner
5. I’m a soccer mom
Okay, so 3 and 5 probably seem like they should be the same thing but when you are a travel soccer mom that makes “mom” worth two points.
Today my daughter had soccer practice so I quickly mowed the lawn just short of jogging while I raced against the clock. Then just as I was blowing the leaves off the back patio my cell phone rang – it was the mason calling to say he was stopping over to check out my crumbling chimney to give me an estimate. He’d be at my house in 10 minutes. I had to leave in 15 minutes to get my daughter and drop off two of her teammates from practice. Plus pick up a prescription since they upped her thyroid dose. Then I had to race back to my house to meet up with my second cousin in from L.A. for dinner. So, I called Dad to see if he could come over to meet with the mason so I could leave to get the girls. He and Mom both came (I was shocked!) but were gone by the time I got home so I have yet to hear their report. The mason called back at almost 10:00 to give me the price and honestly compared to other places I’ve called – his total cost is less than the labor alone for the other places. He’s also in town here so that makes me feel better supporting local. The other place I was getting an estimate from next week is from the next county diagnally over and they couldn’t do the work until spring. Considering the bricks are crumbling onto my roof I think I need to do this now before the freeze/thaw/downpours/snow/freezing rain/sleet/ice of winter.
If you think tonight was nuts – my weekend is crazier. Lets just say last night was the last night of a little bit of downtime until Monday night.
I’m getting some shut eye to prepare!
Nite!
November 30th, 2008 at 4:39 pm
You want to hear something funny, now that my kids are grown up, the two youngest moved out and are in college since August of this year – those manic pressured filled moments were the best of my life.
It’s weird. But it’s true. I miss being able to yell and have someone answer me in the house. I miss those few minutes when we could sit and I could pull them close and just hug them. And smell them. That’s so strange to hear probably, but it’s a great thing to be able to talk to the kids, hug them, whenever you want to rather than whenever you can see them.