And so the day begins. Every morning, I wake up and ask myself the same question, "what is going to happen to me today?"
I used to be fearful of the unknown of the day, but I've grown into making it more of a private joke with myself. I know that most of my problem is that I have limited time to get exactly what I need to get done and 99.9% of "the time", there isn't enough. I've tried to simplify, only to find that I will fill up that extra space with other things. Bottom line is, I hate being on a schedule, but I get nervous when things don't go according to that much hated schedule.
Let's discuss tomorrow. I already know that I am going to be exhausted. I'm going to be up until at least 2am doing homework. I have to drop my daughter off at school on one side of the city; rush back to the other side of the city for my son's "not so good" parent/ teacher conference, and make it to school by 10:30 am for my much needed math tutor session and take my practice midterm.
Luckily, I don't mind cooking so I will eat my lunch while driving back to my daughter's school to pick her up and then rush home to start a load of laundry, prepare dinner, pack lunches, start homework with the kids, finish making dinner, clean up dinner, put laundry away, start my daughter's bath, prepare a bed time snack, pick out clothes for the next day, read a bed time story and finally start my homework again when everyone is alseep.
I'm not afraid to oversleep, because I usually fall asleep in the chair face down on my laptop. FGHVBN in squares from the keyboard were imbedded into the right side of my face on Friday morning in place of "sheet marks."
I just have one question! How the hell do people find the time to play Candy Crush and get to levels like 249? How?
When I stop and notice, I’m proud she don’t fuss
Perhaps, it’s because, I am her bus
While the other parent’s chit chat away
I rush to leave and go on with my day
Most days, I’m at school and think “these kids are so young”
I catch myself holding my tongue
I’m learning from them since my son’s close at age
They helped me get back on his same page
They learn from me too; my age made me wise
Some even said that I have opened their eyes
Time for pick up and the same parents are there
I got there in time but not a minute to spare
As the local kids play in the park
We have to head home before it gets dark
Again there’s no fuss, just a smile; let’s go
We talk about our day, as I drive home slow
There’s someone waiting for us to get there
And when we do, there’s love in the air
My kid’s share a bond and a love that is tight
When I stop, I notice that I did something right
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