I am many years past running a seven-minute mile, but I not using a walker yet. So how can it take me 15 minutes to walk one yard every single morning?
I literally park Old Betty, our much loved minivan, three feet in front of the house. All I need to do is hop in and go. It should take one second. Every morning, like a black hole sucking time away, it takes the kids and I 15+ minutes to bridge that final yard from our front door to on our way to school.
It is the usual drill of "get your shoesbackpackslunchboxes," which is now one long word in my vocabulary. That step is not as simply as it seems and inevitably sucks away a good 10 of the minutes. Then, there is the predictably unpredictable other delays. It may be the phone ringing or a trip to the potty or "mom I need to create an entire science fair project before 8AM." It is those unexpected delays that truly turn that last three feet into the longest yard.
I know I am preaching to the choir with all the moms out there, because you have your version of the longest yard, too. We can read all those parenting books and magazines with their ideas for picking out clothes and packing lunches the night before, but they never have good advice on how to traverse that last few feet from house to car without at least a few delays. Given that we somehow manage to make it to school before the tardy bell, I guess my "shoesbackpackslunchboxes" mantra is at least working marginally well.
Thinking of school, the girls are officially back to school now that we have eradicated our lice "delay." That was definitely in unexpected category. So was two weeks of bronchitis. Both of which were totally crummy. However, prescriptions meds were definitely the silver lining for both.
In spite of all the delays, there has been lots of other busyness around here, too. There were parent-teacher conferences. With three in school now, that is quite a chore. There is start on making house renovation plans, it is all fun cometh even if I didn't give him our forwarding address. And from the looks of the stores, it is time to get ready for holiday shopping, too. Just like you, I need 26 hours in the day, though I'm sure that still probably wouldn't be enough.
until they tell us how much our dreams will cost. Plus it is time for some end of year tax planning, since we lived in two states this year. It turns out the tax man
That is life in the stroller lane.