Lately I have been writing to get paid which leaves me with little motivation to write here. It’s great I get to sit in my dining room or at swim team with the kids, write articles, and I get paid for it. Imagine that.
We have all been burning the candles at both ends, so to speak, and we are all sick. This is the first swim season in where Thorazine was a band that needed attention. We reunited the last weekend of winter swim season and although I knew it would be hard, I never knew it would be this intense. Basically, we have off one half day a week together. Saturday late afternoon. Our weeks are busy just like everyone else. Our weekends have gotten insane. They kick off with diving meets on Thursday or Friday evening. Most of these I am going to miss because I am at work and in December I am not switching shifts. Saturday morning or early afternoon the boys have a swim meet. I rouse myself out of bed and go play deck parent for the meet and by Saturday evening I am ready to chill out with Elliott. On Sunday I get up, pack food for the boys, get the boys to pack their computers and swim bags, and I am out of the house by 9:30am to head out to a double swim practice and diving practice which lasts till 1:30am. I hustle the boys into the car and drive directly to rehearsal in where I throw my “eat me out of house and home” boys some food and we rehearse. I usually get home at about 5:30pm or 6pm. That’s it. The weekend is over.
It’s leaving very little time to do chores, cook, or do home owner type stuff but I know it is for the short run. I have about twelve more weeks of this insanity with time off around the holidays. I know I am complaining about a choice I made. It’s good but I wake up every Monday morning feeling as if I never had a weekend. I have caved in and have discovered that my favorite cheap grocery store delivers and I can make lists as I am at swim team all week and have it show up on Saturday evening. I told Dallas our drummer that the delivery makes me feel like a fucking princess which of course had him laughing. It could be worse. The band members, although they are not parents are empathetic and try to be flexible. They never take it personally when I just run out after rehearsal and if the time of rehearsal has to change to accommodate the boys schedules.
Today the boy had a half day of school and we decided instead of driving for two hours to go to school for three hours we would take a cyber day. After they finished school for the day the boys just chilled out. They were so quiet just playing computer games and watching a movie. I couldn’t force them do to something knowing they still had a two hour swim practice tonight and their schedule is just as hectic as mine. I think the downtime was good for all of us.
Sometimes it’s hard to have your cake and eat it too.