I offer you September in Numbers: A Snapshot of a Family Schedule
Color Guard/Marching Band Rehearsal Drop-offs and Pick-ups: 18
Doctor/Dentist/Therapy/Ophthalmology/Lab Appointments: 20
Back-to-School Orientations and Parent Events: 2
Work Related Drop-Off/Pick Ups for Kid: 20
Volunteer Activity Drop-Off/Pick Ups for Kids: 9
Marching Band Performance/Parade/Football Games: 2
In addition, we tackled a yard clean-up day, a garage sale, and sent two girls to the homecoming dance. I also went back to school and took six credit hours in college this semester (two classes each week), leaving the Big Guy to manage even more of this mess on his own. (Which he did, like the rock he is.)
The comment I hear most often is that people don’t know how we do it. The truth is, we’re crazy. And we cut a lot of corners. We cook enormous pots of chili on a Thursday and then offer it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for three days. We call the kids the wrong names and then get mad when they don’t respond. We turn in three pages of homework for our college course when we only needed to turn in one because we can no longer comprehend simple instructions. We occasionally wear our clothes inside out. We get so sleep-deprived and exhausted that we actually hit ourselves in the face with a chair we’re carrying and bust our own lip open. We are walking comedians.
The how we do it is simple really. We just do it. We make a lot of lists and schedules. We rely heavily on the iPhone calendar app. We tag-team, reminding each other who needs to be where when and helping each other get out the door with every thing (and every kid) that we need.
What’s more important is the why.
We do it so we can stand up and salute the flag on the football field at the Friday night homecoming game as the marching band plays the Star Spangled Banner and our daughter takes the field in full show makeup spinning her flag like a boss.
We do it so we can look on with pride as our oldest daughter walks into work in full uniform, becoming ever more independent.
We do it so we can celebrate the joy of our middle school-aged daughter getting a reduced prescription for her glasses, knowing all those years of eye patching and an eye surgery were well worth it and turned out okay.
We do it so we can watch in awe as our two oldest daughters are transformed from snarky pajama-bottom-wearing, pony-tailed teens into stunningly beautiful young ladies for the homecoming dance.
|Well, there might be just a little bit of snark still there.|
We do it so we can watch our son spread his wings and fly as he moves into his very own apartment.
There are things that simply cannot be measured in numbers. Now (yawn) if you’ll excuse us, we are going to collapse and sleep. The schedule has whooped our butts.