Random-y goodness, because I can’t be arsed to pull it together cohesively.
1) Madalyn did basketball camp at the college this past week. She went every day from 1-4 and they worked on fundamentals. She said it was essentially the same stuff they did at the camp she went to back in June. I told her, tough titties, kid. If you’re going to buy me a house and take care of me in my old age in the manner in which I’d like to become accustomed, you’ve got to start working now. I expect a return on my investment.
2) Meanwhile, I had gotten the idea that it would be great to sign up both Madalyn and JZ for a gymnastics camp, also this past week. It was from 9-12 and was at a gym that’s about five miles out of town. So Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday looked like this: Myself up by 7:30, kids up by 8:00, give them breakfast, rush them through grooming and dressing, leave the house by 8:40. Drive to gym, drop them off, drive back to town. Hang around the house. Make lunch around 11:40, put it in the fridge, walk out the door. Drive back to the gym, pick them up, drive home and throw lunch on the table immediately so that we can walk out the door again at 12:45 to deliver Madalyn to basketball. Come home and put Eliza down for her (overdue) nap. Wake her up again at 3:45 to leave to retrieve Madalyn. Get home and do dinner, baths, laying out of clothes, and attempt to shoehorn the children into bed at 8:00, even though it’s still light out, because they both need about twelve hours’ sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat.
3) On the plus side, both kids loved the gymnastics camp. I arrived to pick them up slightly early the first day and the first words out of their mouths when I walked in? “We’re not done yet!!!” No hi, we missed you, let’s have lunch, kiss my butt; just, essentially, “Don’t even THINK about asking us to leave right now.” They did tumbling, trampoline and obstacle course. We hadn’t even gotten home yet Tuesday before I heard that they couldn’t wait to go back the next day and make an even harder obstacle course (they got to build it themselves).
4) I really wish I had the energy (and motivation, for that matter) to spend three hours doing gymnastics and then segue directly into another three hours playing basketball. Hell, I’d be happy if I could muster the interest in three minutes.
5) Today Robert is taking the older two to stew in a festering soup of germs and God-knows-what-else, a.k.a. the public swimming pool. I’m going to stay home and enjoy the semi-quiet that comes with having most of them out of the house and the remaining one napping.
6) Alas, above will not be enough to entirely improve the crummy mood in which I woke up this morning. I have explained, numerous times, in the past that Mary without alone time equals a very unhappy camper. I can limp along for quite a while but I eventually reach a point where I start to implode if I haven’t gotten to go roam free. And, going back to June, I have not had much opportunity to get out by myself. For a week or maybe two before we left on our trip I had no “me time” because we were busy with other things. During our three-and-a-half weeks in California I only got out alone a few times and mostly it was just to run an errand or two and then come straight back. Unfortunately, dashing to Walgreens for nasal spray doesn’t really register on the relaxation meter. I sneaked in a meal a couple of times but it’s never very leisurely. I always feel as though I’m under the gun, lest my dad bitch at me for leaving the kids with my mom too long. When Robert was there and could watch the kids I chose to go shopping with my mom instead of going places alone. We did avail ourselves of her babysitting services one night but that was for a (long overdue) date night. Then we returned last weekend and Robert was in the house less than 18 hours before he had to leave for work again. So, yes, it’s been way longer than is advisable for me to go without an afternoon to myself, without people whining at me or nagging at me or delivering an unending soliloquy in a really high-pitched voice (which is, apparently, the only way stuffed animals know how to speak), or wanting to eat or just finishing eating or needing to go to sleep or just waking up from being asleep. (Or making a mess which, on the one hand, I’m happy to see is keeping them entertained but, on the other, is just one more thing I have to prod them to clean up.)
7) Happily, I have a husband who totally rocks, so I will be going out for those few, precious hours of solitude later today, after the swimming pool trip. We had planned to do a date night tonight (put kids to bed at 8:00, make dinner, watch new episode of Cinematic Titanic, uninterrupted) but I think, after witnessing my really bad attitude all morning, he’s determined it would be in everyone’s best interest to do some shuffling of the schedule to get me out of the house. Poor guy.
8 ) Speaking of pictures (What? I know you were thinking it. Don’t lie.) I am planning on putting a bunch of new ones up on Picasa today or tomorrow. When that’s done I’ll make a new slideshow badge and post it here for everyone to check out. I’ve been slacking in the photo department lately.
9) Huh. Brain just locked up. Guess I’m done.