Two Days in the Life

Well we're officially back in the proverbial swing of things. So I thought I would give you an idea of a weekday vs. a weekend. So this was my Thursday, a workday.

5:00-6:15 - Get ready, make coffee, get lunches ready, take Bailey out, get kids up and ready
6:15-7:15 - The whole fam drives to Mt. Vernon together. Drop off Eric, drop off kids at preschool/daycare with little ado.
7:15-8:30 - The quiet part of my workday. Write emails, event planning, case notes, plan class, attempt to sort through the papers on my desk.
First period - Meeting one - with probation officers regarding mutual students. Meeting two - with administrator and student to resolve dispute.
Second period - Meet with student who finds out she's pregnant. Lots of tears and discussion regarding her options.
Third period - Continue meeting with said student. Meet with another student to give him the message that no he cannot wear that gang-related shirt and yes you must put your cell phone away. Meet with another student - same message but lots of sad backstory comes spilling out. Heart feeling heavy.
Lunch - Gulp down some disgusting campbells processed soup while discussing another student with a teacher
Fourth period - Make phone calls to two parents and a Ropes Course facilitator. The message from the parents is always the same - I don't know what to do anymore. Meet with a Special Education student and do a schedule change, then create a graduation plan.
Fifth period - Teach Coping Skills class
Sixth period - Finish up a new student assessment. Organize new student orientation info. Make my to-do list for next week. Check in with Americorps member.
After school - Plan next weeks Coping Skills class.
3:45-4:45 - Pick up Eric and kids. Missed 'em like crazy. Lots of kisses. Chatty Cathy in the backseat talks my ear off the whole way home with Hudson staring on in wonderment. Eric attempts to nap in the front seat.
4:45-6:00 - Home. Finally. Play outside and throw the ball for Bailey.
6:00-6:30 - Dinner. Can't remember what we had.
6:30-8:00 - Chill out together in the basement. Do some laundry. Wash dishes. Change sheets.
8:00-9:00 - Snuggle Hudson and put him to bed. Ethan and I watch a movie. Can't remember which one.
9:00-9:30 - Read books to Ethan in bed. Finally falls asleep.
9:30-10:30 - I miraculously make it through my DVR'ed Glee. Bedtime.

And then today....I get Friday's off.
6:00-8:00 - Eric has left for work. Hudson awakes. We snuggle and play in the basement while I watch episodes of Gossip Girl from Netflix.
8:00-9:00- Ethan wakes up. Eat breakfast, get ready for the day.
9:00-10:30- Gym. My futile attempt to lose weight. The kids love the child center there.
10:30-2:00 - Normally this is errand and grocery shopping time. But today we had to wait for the furnace man, who of course shows up when I am literally in the shower and Ethan is yelling "Wipe Me!" from the toilet. Hudson is sleeping and thankfully does not wake up despite all the commotion of barking Bailey. While the repair man is doing his thing, Ethan and I are filling out Spiderman birthday party invitations and watching the "old Superman" movie.
2:00-4:00 - Go to local bread store and coffee store. Then to the YMCA for Ethan's rock climbing class. Meet Eric there. Ethan makes it about half way (he's a natural!) and then decides he's just done with this whole thing.
4:00-6:00 - Home. Play time. "Do rough" on the bed, which means WWF wrestling and kid tossing on our bed. This is their absolute favorite thing. I mostly stand by like an aid car. Also during play time I am the green goblin and Ethan decides that he is going to "play flashlight." Poor Hudson is teething so he is crying like a banshee.
6:00-7:30 - Dinner. Turkey soup thawed from the freezer and fresh apple crunch bread. I attempt to do the dishes, do the laundry and check my email, all of which are thwarted by the crying banshee.
7:30 - I put the poor baby to bed early because he is miserable and I am about to officially lose it.
7:30-now - I finish the chores I had earlier started.
now - Ethan and Eric went over to visit a neighbor - they may be playing rock band right now? - and I am blogging. If I had a bottle of wine I would be having a glass right now. Despite the craziness, I thank God for it all.

Well that is the minutiea (sp?) of my life for the past two days.

Sneaky

Somewhere along the line, Ethan decided that I needed to have a rock collection. He randomly brings me rocks every once in a while, always excited to add to the array. So yesterday I was unloading his backpack from preschool and found a handful of those large gravel rock pieces. I asked him why he had rocks in his backpack. Now picture lots of Ethan facial animation and hand gestures:

"Mama, I got you rocks for your rock collection! I sneaked out and picked up a bunch of rocks and I crunked them in my pockets and before anyone could see I ran back and I sneaked them in my pumpack for you. Miss Yinda didn't even see me! Are you happy?"

By the way, "crunk" = stuffed, "pumpack" = backpack, and "Yinda" = Linda

Of course I burst out laughing. Alarms: a. he sneaked out of the room, b. he was being sneaky in general. But the fact that he went on such a stealth mission just to please his mama is pretty darn cute. Got to admit.