Wednesdays used to be my crazy-busy, run-myself-into-the ground days that I had to mentally prepare for. Now Wednesdays are my calm, relaxing days that I look forward to. Ironically, the Wednesday schedule didn’t change in the least; it’s just that all the other days did, and we are all being whipped around by the seat of our pants from hour to hour.
Take last Thursday, when Kevin got home from work long enough to put on a pair of shin guards, then was off to soccer to coach Rocco’s team, then I drove Leo to the soccer fields to watch his brothers and distribute our Tupperware dinner, then V showed up at soccer via carpool and Kevin switched fields to coach Vincenzo’s team while I entertained and fed the other two boys on the sidelines, and then I got a text asking if Kevin was going to be at the PTSA meeting that was taking place right now, thirty minutes away, and then we all went home and spent an hour doing homework, eating second dinner, doing laundry, getting ready for bed, and going to bed way too late.
Or like Friday, when the boys were home from school long enough to have a few saltines, then we were off to swim lessons, then I drove Rocco to a birthday party, then we met up with Kevin at Taco Time for a quick dinner, then I was off to Fred Meyer to stock up on groceries since Friday at 8PM was the first free hour I had had all week to do such a luxurious thing as buy groceries, then we all got home through various means and went to bed at various too-late hours.
We are not the busiest family out there. I actually am very careful to not overschedule the boys—just one sport per season, and we keep telling Leo he’s not old enough yet.* Plus, my kids just play rec sports. We’re not even in the world of weekend tournaments and skills clinics and extra practices. Yet somehow the events and commitments creep up on us and there we are, eating soggy sub sandwiches in the rain on the soccer field again and waking up after a full night of sleep saying, “I’m soooooooo tired.”
But happy. My boys are happy, and I know that as crazy busy as these days are, they are the ones I will really miss some day. I’ll miss playing Uno on our bucket** at soccer; I’ll miss Leo sneaking a snuggle in at Taco Time because he’s learned to take what he can get, when and where he can get it; I’ll miss the BOOYAH feeling I get from sending my kids out the door with all the gear, the snacks, and the bus passes and instructions they need for the day; I’ll miss the looks Kevin and I give each other in passing that say this is ridiculous; I’ll even miss the loads of muddy clothes thrown into the washing machine each evening, miraculously turned into mounds of clean and laundered clothes.
Still, wouldn’t it be nice if someone could come redo the whole time-space continuum so that we could spread these days out? So that now and then I could reach back and pull up a newlywed day, when we were sitting around wondering what we should do for the weekend? (When is the last time we ever had the luxury of asking that?!) Or I might reach forward and pull back a day when we’re sitting in our rocking chairs, watching the busy young’uns working so hard while we cradle grandbabies on our laps. I just feel life might be a little bit easier to swallow if it weren’t all so bunched up in places like it is now.
I know I could do things differently. I could farm the boys out and not go to the soccer practices but instead stay home and fold that beautifully clean pile of laundry. It’s just that this is my one time of life to experience this part of my boys’ childhoods, and I don’t want to miss any of it. Plus, if I set up carpools and stayed at home instead, my family would very rarely be all together, and I am happiest when we are all together.
Like my boys, I love it all. I just sometimes wish there were a little less of it to love.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
*I don’t count swimming as a sport; we take lessons as a safety measure since we spend so much of our summer at lakes and pools
**My SIL introduced me to the giant frosting buckets that larger supermarkets will give you for free. I pack one full of activity books, board games, snacks, hand warmers, etc. and carry it to soccer practices. The boys who are just waiting for brother’s practice to end pick out their games or activities and we use the tub as a table to play them on. It’s a brilliant system, and I am forever grateful to my SIL for showing me the way!