9:30 am: drop off The Maker at his basketball game
10:30 am: drop off The First and his two friends at the mall
11 am: pick up The Maker from his basketball game
Noon: shop for groceries, including snacks for The Ice’s basketball game
1:15 pm: drop off The Ice at his basketball game
2:30 pm: deliver snacks, pick up the Ice from his basketball game
3 pm: take the Maker and pick up The First and his friends from the mall
5:30 pm: drop off the First at his basketball game
7:00 pm: pick up the First from his basketball game
The above schedule does NOT reflect:
- Breakfast, lunch*, or dinner, which we had.
- Showering or brushing teeth, which some of us did.
- Posting to blogs, which I did. (Blogger Lisa: I only did it twice. Bad Lisa: It isn’t midnight yet.)
- Heathly exercise like running. (Runner Lisa: It isn’t midnight yet. Bad Lisa: Don’t try to convince me you’re actually going to make it around the block even once. Runner Lisa channeling FloJo: I probably won’t try to convince you, I’ll just surprise you!)
- Writing tomorrow’s teaching message that I’m responsible for (Good Lisa: Well, it’s not midnight yet.).
- Arguing with children about WHY I can’t ALSO ferry them to Dick’s Sporting Goods to purchase Heelies (The Ice), or to the skatepark (The Maker), or to the mall to shop for pocket knives (The Maker: “But I have enough money saved up!”). Check.
- Speaking to anyone in more than short 15 minute bursts of essential information exchange.
- Finally watching the last of Aliens on my computer after everyone else goes to bed. (Hopeful Lisa channeling 20 year-old Lisa: It’s not midnight yet!)
*For amusement purposes ONLY I am listing my lunch menu (and I use the term loosely) for three, do not try this at home:
- Swanson’s chicken pot pies (4 minutes each in the microwave) all around
- 1 Diet Dr. Pepper split three ways
- 2 Girl Scout cookies (Samoas, only the best for my family) each
- and for me alone: a 4 oz Super Energy Booster Emergen-C Cranberry Fizzing Drink with 32 Mineral Complexes and B Vitamins. So I won’t keel over dead from lack of nutrients.
I pretty much just left the detritus all over the kitchen. Thank God there’s Sunday.
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If I could lock myself in a room for 20 minutes (where no one could know or see..) it’d soo be with a pair of heelies. Heck yeah! I feel so cheated… Where’s my jetpack? We were promised flying cars by now – though mebbe I’d settle for skate-shoes.. hey, I’m easy!
.-= Sine Botchen´s last blog ..How hard is it to screw up sweet potatoes? =-.