Life lately has been getting more and more hectic. Sometimes I can barely get my head round the number of things I have to fit into a day or a week. I usually struggle with it on my own, or ask my parents to help out. But lately it’s all got a bit too much.
Last week, my husband was away Wednesday night and Friday night, which essentially meant he was away from Wednesday to Saturday. My husband doesn’t usually help out with logistics much, but he always deals with football. He’s also usually at home to look after my daughter if I have to take one of the boys somewhere. But last week he wasn’t there and I struggled.
Just to give you an idea of my week, this is what we had to deal with, in addition to the school runs (I may have forgotten some stuff):
- Take daughter to contemporary dance and pick up
- Take younger son and daughter to Scouts and pick up
- Daughter to ballet
- Pick son up from after-school rugby
- Take eldest to Explorers
- Pick daughter up from school choir
- Take daughter to street dance (eldest picked her up)
- Take son to football and pick up
- Take daughter to tap dance and pick up
- Eldest to tutor
- Take eldest to Explorers and pick up
- Take eldest to camping trip
- Take son to school rugby match at 8am
- Go 12 mile half marathon training run
- Take daughter to panto audition
- Take daughter to dance practise
- Take son to football match and watch game
- Pick eldest up from camping trip
If these things happened consecutively, it wouldn’t be so bad, but there are often clashes, with one activity finishing at the same time as another starts and me unable to be in two places at once. Unfortunately, my parents haven’t been able to help out as much as usual lately either (although I’m pleased to say they looked after my daughter on Saturday morning while I was running).
I’ve never relied much on other parents, but I suddenly realise I need to. I’m very pleased that one parent has offered to take my daughter to ballet every Tuesday, so I am able to pick my son up from rugby. In return, I will take her daughter to tap.
I had nobody to pick my son up from the school rugby match on Saturday as I was at the panto audition with my daughter. I had to take the plunge and email a parent I don’t know to ask if she could help out, as I knew we were on her route home from school. I only asked her to drop my son home, but she offered to take him back to their house until I was home. It was a huge weight off my mind.
The following morning, I got a phone call from a fellow parent in distress. My son’s friend from school lives a long way away and his dad was going to be away for work during the week of the school concert. Like us, they also have a 10 year old girl. His mum couldn’t manage to pick him up from the concert. Would he be able to stay at our house? Of course he would! After the other parents had helped me out in my hour of need I was only too happy to help someone else out.
Seconds later, my phone rang again. My friend who is helping out with the ballet. As well as worrying about logistics, I’d been worrying about editing a piece of music for my daughter’s ballet. I’ve never edited a piece of music or burned it onto CD. I have no idea how and I had woken early stressing about it. She edits music and burns it onto CD all the time. She would be happy to do it for me. Another weight off my mind!
It feels like what goes around comes around. People helped me out and I was happy to help someone else out. And because I agreed to my son’s friend staying over, it felt like I had the final weight lifted off my shoulder – the damn music!
I’m so grateful for my parental knights in shining armour and really don’t know where I would be without them lately.
Now can life calm down a bit, please?