I suppose I often complain about my schedule. In fact, as I think back, I think my very first blog post was about the chaos that our family’s schedule creates. That may true, and this may be a touch of a reboot, but this Spring’s schedule looks to outshine any that came before.
Currently, my daughters are in choir, soccer, various musical lessons as well as wrapping up ski season and still, somehow attend school. This would be far better explained by example than the desperation of my keystrokes.
Let’s take a look at this week.
Monday: Today, I am working late as I see what is on the horizon.
7:00 am, Macy and Darby have choir practice and Avery goes to school around 8:00. Then I work until we need to get the kids from school. Avery (along with her friend Maddie who I will pick up at school) has practice one town over from 4:30 to 5:45 and then Macy has her practice a different town over from 6:00 to 7:00. In the middle of all of that Darby had piano lessons from 5:30 to 6:00. We then race home to Macy’s guitar lesson. After that, it’s home for dinner, homework and bed.
Wednesday: another training run in the morning and then girls to school around 8:00. Avery will practice in another town from 4:30 to 5:45 but then huzzah! Macy practices in our town from 6:00 to 7:00. Then homework etc.
Thursday: See Tuesday without music lessons.
Friday: here’s where we really get rolling. Choir lessons before school, then school. Only one practice but Adrienne and I also have a banquet in Denver. No biggie, right? Find a sitter and get to Denver for delicious dinner, however…….
…Saturday: Avery and Macy have a soccer tournament in Denver. You’d think that they are both in the same tournament, they’d be in the same location. Think again! Avery plays at one locale from 10:30 to 12:30 while Macy plays from 11:30 to 1:30 and then Avery has her second game from 2:00 to 4:00 and Macy from 3:15 to 5:15. Now, somewhere in there I have to fit in a 13 mile training run and still be available to take the kids to dinner.
Finally, on Sunday: See Saturday but shift the game times around buy 30 minutes here or there. No training run for me but after the last game (assuming they don’t make the championship game- which they could make) home by 7 for dinner and homework.
Now, that may seem like a lot, but that doesn’t take into account that Darby’s soccer season doesn’t start for another week or two. It doesn’t take into account the fact that my wife often travels for business. It fails to take into account that sometimes there are birthday parties and sleep overs and dogs that need attention. It doesn’t take into account that my wife and I don’t see a “date night” from March until the seasons wrap up sometime in October (maybe embellishing a bit).
We get some relief from my mother and carpooling but, if last year’s season taught me anything it’s that I could spend three or four hours a couple days a week just driving from town to town and practice to practice.
Believe it or not, there is a lesson hiding in here little ladies, a couple of them, actually. The first one is simple. Why do we do all of this if its such a pain in the patoot? Well, pretty simple. Doing these things makes you better little folks. Playing piano, playing guitar and drums and baritone and xylophone and choir and whatever else stimulate your little minds a ton. Similarly, soccer and cross country and bike riding and skateboarding make your little bodies healthier. Mommy and I have the job of raising happy kids and solid adults and these sorts of activities help us in that.
The other point is pretty obvious to me but maybe not quite so much to you. Getting you involved in these activities can be a handful. There are days where I could watch Dancing With Wolves faster than I can get all of you to and from activities. You’ll learn exactly how long that is someday. There’s tournaments and recitals. There’s practices, games and endless parent meetings (those are the worst part by the way). It can also be pricey. Alone, competitive soccer or piano lessons can hammer a wallet, but combined they can alter your tax bracket in a hurry. So, not that you three aren’t grateful, because you’ve always been great at showing that, but maybe there’s other ways you could show it. Maybe don’t drop your soccer bag the second you walk in the door. Maybe bring your smelly uniforms downstairs and put them in the wash.