It is hard to go from NOT WORKING in an office for THREE MONTHS to working EVERYDAY in an office for a whole week. And! Let's not forget that I am teaching a bonus night class at a neighboring college! Two days this week started at 5 am when I got up to work on my online adjunct class and ended at 8:00 pm when I got home from my in-person adjunct class and contained 8 solid hours of meetings in the middle. Meetings I was leading, not just sitting in. I AM SO TIRED. Is what I am trying to tell you.
Here I am waiting for my night class to start with my brand! new! not blond hair.
I baked a lot, deciding that my advanced age means I can because I radiate mom ethos.
I volunteered to spend an extra day on campus and help with a college-wide TA training. And I ended up having to take the kids with me and stash them in a classroom. This also happened another day-- Ben and I overlapped, so I stuck the kids in a room for a couple of hours. And the last day Ben and I both worked, so the kids came with me and hung out with a sitter on campus. I thought last year that I would be able to leave them home alone-- and maybe I could have, but the end-of-summer fighting was unreal. UNREAL.
Tuesday morning was particularly nutso.
I made the kids smoothies with peaches I peeled and froze the night before (after my night class) when I noticed they were a little soft
coffee and chocolate cookies for my TAs
Thursday night was also notable because Cooper had baseball at 6-7:30, and Harry had baseball at 6:45, and Ben had fantasy football, so the kids and I were at the ball park UNTIL 9:08 because the effing coach of the other team wanted to play the last inning. I almost cried. In my dress and blazer and heels at the ball park in the pitch black with 3 cold and whining children.
The days are long, but the years are short.
Preschool days are over in this house, and I think I might miss them forever.