The only thing that makes me feel a little less bad about what I consider my lame-o blogging of late is that nearly every other blog I read regularly is also apologizing for the recent quantity and quality of posts (or lack of same). Apparently I'm not the only one who feels as though a dam has burst and I'm barely staying afloat.
This new project is a dream. I can't divulge the topic just yet, but it is near and dear to my heart. Honestly, I'd have been willing to work on almost anything to get an "in" with this publisher, so I still need to pinch myself that I landed such a plum gig. However, the deadline is fast approaching, and I will need every available hour in the next week to get it done. I don't ever do anything half-assed, but I feel the need to be extra-super-duper-lucky-special-magic meticulous on this one.
Back-to-school season brings with it all those positions I volunteered for last spring, parents' nights (two evenings next week, of course, when I should be working instead), and homework help. Then there's all the schlepping: Pete and Julie are both doing soccer; Pete's on the travel team this year, so he has two practices and one game each week. Julie will eventually have one practice and one game (if it doesn't rain every weekend, that is). Julie also has piano lessons. All three kids have Hebrew school (Pete and Julie on Sunday mornings, Steph on Sunday afternoons, and Steph and Pete on Tuesday afternoons at different times), and Steph has Bat Mitzvah tutoring once a week. Oh, and she's going to start a hip-hop dance class next week. Julie was supposed to take an art class, but it got canceled—and I'm more than a wee bit relieved, to tell you the truth!
Then there's all the Bat Mitzvah preparation I mentioned yesterday, plus more—for instance, I have to somehow find perfect dresses for us three gals (respectable enough for temple but fun enough for the reception), plus something other than basketball shorts, a faded Red Sox T-shirt, and high-tops for Pete. (Andy will wear The Suit, so at least I don't have to worry about him.)
Oh, and did you know it's Rosh Hashanah this weekend? We're going to Lauren's, and I'm going to bring a cake and cookies ... which I'll bake in my sleep, I guess.
Crazy and busy, but also wonderful and exciting; c'est la vie!
Posted by: Margaret | September 15, 2009 at 10:11 PM
It does sound exciting! All of it! Exhausting, true, but in a good way. Right? And I covet your ability to work at home. Been thinking about that...
Posted by: Tonya | September 15, 2009 at 10:41 PM
SEE YOU THIS WEEKEND!!!! :)
Posted by: twitter.com/jenkracoff | September 15, 2009 at 11:56 PM
Sounds exhausting! I think most Moms at "our stage" would, if given the chance, hire a full-time chauffeur. Talk about non-value-added activity! I mean, sometimes it's fun because you have your kid as a truly captive audience, but most of the time it's just locking and unlocking, driving and stopping and sitting in waiting rooms.
Posted by: Di | September 16, 2009 at 07:44 AM
This is why I always say that I need a "wife".
Posted by: Elena | September 16, 2009 at 08:01 AM
Sounds exactly like my crazy schedule i.e. school volunteering, helping with homework, sports activities, hebrew school, and did I mention I work full time OUTSIDE of the home? I need Calgon too. I just wish it actually was the answer to all my problems! :)
Posted by: Rachel | September 16, 2009 at 03:36 PM
Honestly? Thus must be the joys of being a parent.
But really honestly? I have no idea how you do it. My typical week includes work (of course), the gym, several 5-mile runs, weekly sculpture class, French class at the Alliance Francais on Saturday, reading with my blind neighbor on Tuesdays, several volunteer commitments and daily dog walking.
And my calendar hardly has room "sliders" night at our local bistro.
Sounds pretty luxurious when compared to yours. Jeesh... No wonder Mothers are the stronger species.
Posted by: Steve | September 17, 2009 at 12:44 PM