Totally unrelated soccer pictures to follow.
Something like remembering to call the school when we tweaked switched around our days and telling them we weren't going to pick her & that The Girl should go back to daycare on the bus (no, she wasn't left standing - but it was a last minute freak save). Or remembering to make her follow up appointment with the ENT that we are months overdue for, garnering that shitty parent alert! in the scheduling nurse's voice. Or remembering we'd talked about getting The Boy's eyes checked... two months ago.
Matt and I were talking about tweaking our schedules yet again, but this is the 54th time we've had the conversation and we have not yet managed to fix the problem that is there are only 2 adults and 24 hours in a day. I went out to lunch with a friend on Friday and rambled on about the relative merits of 4x10 or 5x8 work weeks only to suddenly realize
And neither of our kids are those over-scheduled bits of precociousness you hear about who learned Mandarin by age 4 and the cello by 5. The Girl gets 1 hour private speech therapy a week and The Boy has a 3-4 month run of soccer, which is 1 hour Thursdays + one weekend game. I'd actually really like to find the time (& money!) to try dance, piano, more speech therapy, some OT, swim lessons, maybe karate... and Mandarin (Really! How useful would that be? Or Spanish. Or both!). Maybe not all at once though.
Then there was a discussion on FB involving all these parents don't believe in or feel they need private therapy. That debate aside, I was actually left feeling just inadequate. Ridiculous, I know, because if we're being brutally honest, even if I were a full time stay at home mom, I would not be stringing beads and sorting sensory color chips into egg cartons with my girl - I'm more the snuggle/park/book mom. But then I felt guilty I don't have the TIME to - maybe if I weren't trying to cram the relaxing and the laundry and the park into one short weekend, I might end up thinking painting egg cartons is an awesome way to spend an hour?
I'm just going to press 'publish' on this for the hell of it, since what's the point of having a blog if you can't kvetch every now & then? Yes, I know we're all doing the best we can. *I* am doing the best I can. And this is such a first world problem since I AM employed and we are all, for the moment, healthy. Some of my friends are not. In the face of hardship, other's and my own, where is my serenity & gratitude? Maybe it's not so much more time I need, as acceptance. The problem is that re-reading that Be happy with what have! article probably won't fix everything. Maybe yoga? Oh! If only I had time to take yoga!