Was this the longest week for you, too? By Tuesday, I thought it was Thursday, and by Thursday morning I couldn’t believe we still had two more days to go ’til the weekend. And it’s not like anything happened to make the week feel long… it just was. And it’s not like, as a stay-at-home mom/work-at-home parent, my weekends are so much different than my weeks except that Drew is around to help out, and we aren’t usually as scheduled over the weekend with kids’ activities and appointments as we are during the week, and I’m not usually trying to squeeze in DW work in whatever spare windows of time I can carve out during the day (not that I don’t love this work — I do! It’s just hard sometimes to resist the temptation of a nap or…grocery shopping on my own… or a nap).
And man, this juggling two young kids thing is catching up with me. I know I sound like a broken record, but each month sort of surprises me in the unexpected complexities and challenges the kids’ various (and varying) scheduling/ emotional/ social needs bring. I think it would not feel so intense if we didn’t live in the city or even if we had a car, but we don’t, and so all shlepping of the kids is done on foot or via public transportation (often with a stroller or two in tow, a diaper bag, and Jackson’s backpack), which is why I’m always happy on the weekends when Drew is around more and I’m not outnumbered. I do love living in the city and most of the time I can’t imagine being anywhere else, but the constant strategizing and planning of how to get from Point A to Point B (even if the two points are only a mile apart) with two children, one of whom doesn’t walk at all (at 14 1/2 months and counting…) and another who won’t walk more than a few blocks without whining (and even then, it’s done at a turtle’s pace) gets old. Add to the that, Joanie’s nap schedule and her inability to sleep anywhere but in her crib, at home, right smack in the middle of the day for a couple of hours and, well, let’s just say as much as I love the ages the kids are right now, I will welcome the day getting out and about with them is a little easier. (If you couldn’t tell, this week involved a lot of shlepping around. And whining [not all of it mine]. In the god awful heat I’m so over. Fall, where did you go??). Also: I now understand why, biologically speaking, women are meant to have their babies earlier in life and not, say, around 40. Zzzzzz.
And now it’s almost the weekend and we have a jam-packed Saturday planned — the farmers market! the school carnival! a birthday party with bouncy houses! an adult evening out! — and nothing on the docket for Sunday except maybe an open house or two and probably some time in the park (I checked the weather and it’s supposed to be one of the three perfect weather days NYC gets all year, yay, which means maybe I can even wear my favorite ensemble of shorts and a sweater). What are you all up to?