Oh, no, I'm not talking about interior decorating. No, I'm talking about the juggling act that working, sandwich generation moms do around this time of year.
Today, I only forgot the appointment with the speech teacher. I remembered everything else. I think. And 830pm on a school night, is a fine time to start a gingerbread house, is it not? Not that I actually accomplished everything else, I just thought about it, at least once, today. (Unless of course it's not on the calendar until tomorrow or later. In that case, I did not think about it at all.)
Work is busy. I have a project I'm managing that is really busy right now. Problem is, half of my engineers are out of town. Sure, I'll be ready for the design review in less than two days. Sure. (Can't say the design will be finished, but we can review it in great detail.) So, it's busy for me. I feel like I'm being pulled in at least four or five directions... but that's ok.
Then it's time to pick up the girls and I race to the school to pick them up. Luckily no one has a half arranged playdate to negotiate, so after only a few minutes, they pile themselves into the car. We head home... and just as I pull up to the house, the phone rings. Do I recognize the number? Of course not, but it looks like I'm in trouble. I can just sense it.
Of course, I am. I've forgotten the speech therapist's appointment to discuss two of my children. Honestly, I can understand them fine so I guess the fire of need just hasn't burned a permanent action plan on my forehead, and I've forgotten. I'm already 15 minutes late, and now at home. I turn around and go back. It's a lengthy discussion with the teachers. Great content and stuff I need to be considering.
The phone rings and it's my daughter. It's time for swim team practice, so I rush to get home and take her. Later there's the 3rd grade musical. Last night was the middle schooler's show and bake sale. This evening, I'm hoping to pay some bills and buy a few gifts online. I write a check and leave it on the counter, forgetting to bring it to the swim coach. It's already a month late. Two gifts get purchased... It's not nearly enough.
The pile of old toys and furniture in my office is massive. It had filled the living room, but we had to move it to accommodate a new soccer team meeting. Now I can't walk in the office. I guess I don't need to... I post on facebook, looking for a place to donate it all. My ads on craigslist have gone unanswered.
To make things even more exciting, I've decided to look into a private middle school. It's a pipe dream, but sounds like it would be wonderful for my child. I make a mental list of the deadlines and the application process, and nervously await her test scores...
Visits with relatives are only days away. There's baking to do, cooking and more shopping. Hopefully everyone will be satisfied and the pressing issues will hold off just long enough.
Because it is a juggle. Sure is.