I know that something is going to get dropped.
Oh, I love my job. I really do. I know that it’s all manageable and that we’ll adjust. I know that. I know that all the chaos is simply a result of having no experience with it. The running around, you pick up this kid here and I’ll get that one there. I even know that that it’ll get substantially easier once September comes, because I’ll be working five days a week but all three kids will be in school full time too.
But right now, we’re a hot mess.
Completely forgot about the bat mitzvah lesson, for the second week running. Marc and I have taken to having calendar clearance meetings every couple of days, reviewing who’ll be home, and when. Who can pick up or drop off, and whether anyone will be home to cook dinner on any particular night.
It’ll get easier once the kids are out of school, and probably even easier once school starts back up. June is always a really time of year for us – all of the concerts, and activities. Adding in Marc working 12-15 hours a day, and me starting working. But for the next few weeks, I think I’m going to be feeling like a chicken with my head cut off most of the time.
On the upside, the day is beautiful, and the kids are all healthy. Marc is loving his new job and seems to be doing really well. My job is so much fun, and I kind of wish that I could put in more hours now. But I’ve got a glorious summer stretching out in front of me, and so much to look forward to – as long as I don’t end up forgetting to pick up a kid somewhere.