Okay, remember my Superwoman post? I'm beginning to think I have to don the cape, mask, and get my hands on Wonder Woman's invisible jet in order to get through my weeks! Let me break it down for you:
Monday: I coach cheerleading at Riley's school until 5:30. Ideally, I would like for Riley to tumble between 5-6, but it's almost impossible to get her there.
Tuesday: Riley has Pep Squad practice at school until 5:30, then Cheer Eruption at 6:00. Which leaves precisely 30 minutes between for dinner. Tonight, we had McDonald's, not a great choice right before I go exercise, but I guess it's incentive to go. (Side note: Tonight was my 99th workout at Curves. My next workout I get a free t-shirt! Go me!)
Wednesday: We have church dinner at 5:00, I have bells at 5:30, Jeremiah has choir at 5:30, then Riley has bells at 6:15 and choir at 6:45. We arrive home around 7:30 to prepare for her spelling pre-test.
Thursday: I coach cheerleading and Riley has Pep Squad until 5:30.
Friday: Blessedly, no activities (yet!).
Saturday: Riley has Cheer Eruption from 9:30-11:00. This month, I have approximately 750 billion birthday parties either to throw or attend. Okay, a slight exaggeration, but honestly, the number is at least 5.
Sunday: I teach Sunday School every 1st-3rd Sunday, the kids sing at 8:30 service the 2nd and 3rd Sundays, I play bells at both services the 1st Sunday, and now, Riley has Christmas Musical practice every Sunday during the 8:30 service. She has a solo in the musical, very exciting times! Then, I have Disciple Bible Study every Sunday night at 6:15.
Is it any wonder I never get anything accomplished, run around like a lunatic most of the time, and fall into bed like a boulder most nights? Or, am I just an incredible whiner who needs to man up and deal with it? The frightening thing though, is that I have two other kids who have yet to get immersed in activities. What in creation am I going to do then? Maybe I could grow elastic limbs like the mom on The Incredibles, so that I could stretch far and wide to cover everything. Maybe I could clone myself like Dolly the sheep. Maybe I just need to drink some more wine and worry about that when it happens. Hmmm. Wine always seems to be the answer. Anyone want to join me?