Do you ever think your life as a stay-at-home, work-at-home mom is a little too predictable?
I'm not saying that my life is like Bill Murray's in Groundhog Day -- waking up at the same time, meeting the same people, having the same conversations... OK, maybe I am saying there's something to that.
While each of my days is different, there is a predictable pattern:
Wake up at 5:00.
Make sure the child is up and doing her homework, then go back to sleep until 6:30.
Shower, make breakfast, make child's lunch, take child to school. Drive home.
Discover child has left lunch on back seat of car, take it back to school...
While she's at school, I try to squeeze in all the things I need to do for myself: since last summer, that includes visiting the weight loss clinic, working out at the gym, writing in this and my other blogs, answering email, grocery shopping, cleaning the house... occasionally getting together with friends for coffee, lunch, movies...
...until school gets out and we begin the after-school routine, where I drive her to whatever activity she's got going that day (gymnastics on Monday-Wednesday-Friday, Hebrew school on Thursday -- Tuesday is our "free" day).
See? Predictable, but not entirely identical.
So I awoke on Friday knowing exactly what I was going to do that day and over the weekend.
It's a good thing I wasn't betting any money on it.
The morning began with a borderline flat tire that needed repair. I was able to get the kid to school, but then I swung right over to my husband's favorite tire store (which fixed it for free, even though the tire wasn't purchased there). It's located across the street from a large shopping center with a Starbucks, so that's where I spent the morning. (The repair was free, but they took their time on it.)
By the end of the day, I'd had a morning coffee break with an old friend who happened to be in the Valley, lunch with five giggly sixth graders and their moms (Friday was a minimum day -- whatcha gonna do when the kids get off at noon?), I'd driven to UCLA and back to pick up my niece, who then helped me clean my house in anticipation of the arrival of her entire family (including her brother and sister and their big, black Labrador, who seriously freaked out my cats).
The reason for their visit has to do with the fact that you don't stop parenting your kids when they come of age. My sister and brother-in-law had some concerns and felt it was important enough to drive 450 miles to Los Angeles so they could address them in person. Which just goes to show you how different their weekend was from what they had planned.
The college kids went back to school yesterday, my brother-in-law flew out of LAX for a business trip last night, and my sister, her youngest child and the dog started the drive back north this morning. My cats have stopped cowering in the bathroom, and I'm ready to put the house into some semblance of order.
I'm happy to get back to my predictable routine. But I kinda miss having the clan around.