While anticipating the boys returning to school, I seemed to have suffered from some kind of delusions of grand scheduling. Why I thought my home and business and writing would run like a well-oiled machine due to nothing more than the absence of my children is beyond me.
What I have is chaos.
Getting the tall child and his friend to school in the morning and then picking the tall one back up again at the end of the day is old hat. But the short kid is going three afternoons a week now instead of three mornings, and that’s taking some getting used to. The backpacks be a’flying.
Plus the husband’s business is insane right now. Everybody’s cramming in anticipation of the plywood freeze. The government does a mandatory redirect of all plywood to the disaster area, and our builders and contractor trades are out of work. Fortunately, our wonderful Canadian neighbors really step up production in times like these, and I think after Hurricane Andrew it was less than two months. But right now everybody’s running and planning and building like squirrels on crack.
The husband leaves today with a “Try to write today” tossed over his shoulder. Hmmm….the tall kids go to school. I then have an hour and half or so before the short kid hits the dentist. Then he goes to school. While I’d like to write then, we have no groceries in the house, and I’d prefer to get them sans kids. Then I’ll have to pick the children back up and consider some housecleaning. Supper anyone?
I might have to keep vampire hours again, after all. Going to bed at a “normal” time every night helps the insomnia a little, but I need the extra hours.
Gee, maybe we should get a puppy, too.