48 Hours

I will try to write more about our wonderful weekend later, but first I need to vent/ramble a bit. And in the process dispel any myths that everything is all sunshine and roses here. Here is my last 48 hours since our plane landed.

Sunday:
8:00 Plane lands, an hour late
8:00-9:00 Get luggage, find parking pay station, find car, drive home
9:00-9:30 Get Nicholas a snack and into bed
9:30-11:30 Bring luggage up, do laundry, get ready for Monday
11:30-6:00 Sleep

Monday:
6:00-8:00 Get us both up and ready for the day, pack lunches, unpack enough to find toiletries, etc.
8:00-8:30 Commute, daycare dropoff
8:30-1:30 Work: prepping classes
1:30-2:30 Meeting
2:30-3:30 Informal meeting
3:30-5:00 Work: prepping classes
5:00-5:30 Commute, daycare pickup
5:30-6:30 Make dinner, eat
6:30-7:15 Nicholas bath, getting ready for bed
7:15-8:00 Shower, put away leftovers, clean up a bit
8:00-10:30 Work: prepping classes
10:30-11:00 Dishes
11:00-11:30 Talk to Joe
11:30-6:00 Sleep

Tuesday:
6:00-7:30 Getting up, getting ready, etc
7:30-8:15 Fight with Nicholas getting downstairs, hurry Nicholas as he jumps over every single crack in the sidewalk, fight with Nicholas getting into the carseat, commute, daycare dropoff complete with tears
8:15-8:30 Get teaching materials set up
8:30-10:20 Teach in a classroom that was close to 90 degrees
10:30-12:20 Teach another class in same sauna of a classroom
12:20-12:40 Quick meeting I forgot about with students
12:40-2:10 Arrive late to meeting because of said student meeting. Luckily there was a free and yummy lunch, which probably salvaged my day.
2:10-2:20 Run back to office to switch out class materials
2:30-4:20 Teach another class in the horrible hot classroom, with my skin feeling like it was melting off and students practically falling into heat-induced comas
4:20-4:30 Drop stuff off in office
4:30-5:15 Pick up Nicholas, rinse a filthy Nicholas off in the school bathroom, fight with Nicholas to get in the carseat, drive
5:15-5:45 Eat dinner at KFC out of desperation. Last time that will happen--gross! Fight with Nicholas to get in the carseat.
5:45-6:30 Grocery shopping. Fight with Nicholas about sitting in a regular cart instead of one of the fun racecar ones (which are impossible to steer).
6:30-7:00 Drive home, try to carry 6 bags of groceries while fighting with Nicholas to get out of the car, fighting with Nicholas to walk across the grass, urging Nicholas to hurry because the groceries are heavy as he jumps over each crack in the sidewalk, begging Nicholas to climb up the stairs, putting groceries away while Nicholas whines about something.
7:00-7:30 Give Nicholas a bath again because he came home from daycare coated in sand and with paint in his hair, have an epic battle about putting his bath toys away. (I didn't care if he did or not, but only insisted that if he wanted to that he actually do it. He stalled and dawdled through about 18 warnings and urgings until I finally took him out, without him getting to put the toys away.) This led to an epic meltdown by the exhausted child.
7:30-7:45 Got Nicholas ready for bed and into bed
7:45-8:00 Took a shower to wash off the layers of sweat from my day at the sauna, and hopefully melt some tension away with it.
8:00 Poured myself a dark and stormy. Disappointing. The last few ginger beers we have gotten have been subpar.
8:00-8:30 Dealt with all the work emails that had piled up since 8:30 this morning.
8:30-8:45 Wrote a note to a friend explaining that while I feel horrible about it, I won't be able to go to his wedding because between the travel logistics, the loss of the weekend to go grocery shopping/run errands/do laundry, and the loss of worktime to catch flights that get me there for events, I just can't handle extended trips for weddings two weekends in a row (and absolutely can't miss the one the following weekend). Felt horrible about myself and know I will regret this decision.
8:45-9:00 Wrote this blog post.
9:00 Turning on the tv to watch some trashy tv, accompanied by a bowl of ice cream.

I am so done with this day.