The other day I counted up the number of trips I made to take children to various worthwhile events, say, school.
Two were regular carpool trips - my twice-daily whirlwind tour to and from three schools. The others were for things like a piano lesson, sport practice, choir concert, another sport practice, and a game.
By the end of the evening, I was wondering why I was exhausted, why my house was a wreck, and why I felt like I'd accomplished nothing.
Well DUH. Because I hadn't! No matter that the events were all within a few miles of here. For the entire afternoon and evening I hadn't been home for more than thirty minutes at a time. ACK!
To say I can't wait for a certain teen to get her license is an understatement.
In my mind I know this schedule madness is how it is at the end of EVERY.SINGLE.SEMESTER. I just have to keep reminding myself the reward for plowing through is a relaxing summer (at the end of which my certain teen will get her license!!).
Meanwhile, I keep thinking I will have a whole day at home to catch up from a busy week of work and/or dropping everything for the garage-sale-that-wasn't, but that does not seem to be materializing.
So I'm dealing with my piles, one at a time, starting with the bill pile, on toward the dishes, and working my way back toward the laundry room.
That's the other reward of summer: everyone in flip-flops. I can't wait for 49 fewer pairs of socks to [ATTEMPT TO] match each week!