I've gone to find myself. If I should return before I get back, keep me here.
Anyone know where that quote originates from? I'd love to give credit where credit is due, but a (quick) google search didn't give me the answer.
At any rate, it's a very fitting quote for me these days. I hardly know if I'm coming and going, and my general answer for "what's going on tomorrow?" is "No clue." My husband was nice enough to write down the schedule that we should be following, if everything were going according to plans... which they generally are not. I refer to my schedule frequently.
Luckily for me, I have the worlds most understanding boss. As long as I keep her in the loop, I can come and go as I please. I have a weekly number of hours I try to meet, but it's no big deal if it doesn't happen. Which is a very good thing.
I started off the week hoping to work a couple extra hours early in the week so I could take this morning off. My kids school thought it would be a great idea to not have class on Thursday or Friday. Something about student enrichment, I don't understand it either. Instead of working extra, my week has gone something like this...
Monday: Things started out great. I got to work early, accomplished lots and left to pick up my youngest from kindergarten in a fabulous mood. All was lovely until I pulled in the driveway to drop my youngest with his babysitter for the afternoon. That was when the steam rose and the antifreeze fell. Crud. So, no math class for me that afternoon as I struggled to find where the leak had sprung from and fixed. the end result was no leak found, and no more leaking. I have the first self repairing vehicle.
Tuesday: Instead of heading to work bright and early, I was stuck home with a sick child. My middle child has decided now to be the opportune time to build life long immunity to the H1N1 flu. E-mailed my flu paranoid instructor and let her know I would not be making the test that afternoon and made arrangements to take the test before class on Wednesday. Instead made a trip to the doctors.
Wednesday: I'm back to work, sick kid or not. However instead of being able to work my full shift, I have to leave early to go take my math test. Calculator decides to die mid test. I manage without. Race off to kids school to pick up non-ill children. Drop kids off with afternoon sitter and race back to math class. Then back home to help my best friend/new housekeeper clean the house. Fall into bed exhausted.
Thursday: All things considered, today went ok. I worked, as I wasn't able to build up hours earlier in the week. Then grabbed the worlds best babysitter from the school parking lot (she goes to my school part time!) took her with me to pick up my kids from my house and dropped them all off at her house. She had things to do and my kids love playing with her baby sisters. Raced off to math class. After class I headed back to pick up kids, and managed to squeeze in time to visit with a friend before racing off again. Two trips to stores to find a red box with Monsters vs. Aliens, and we made it back home just in time to relieve grandmas caregiver. I caught a 10 minute nap on the couch before starting family movie night. Now we are chilling, waiting for kids to go to bed so I can steal back the TV and watch Grey's Anatomy.
Friday: That's in the future, and I know better than to predict the future. Something will fall out of the sky and throw my entire day, if not year, off course. There may or may not be a doctor appointment for a child, there should be work, beyond that is anyone's guess. I'm just thankful I don't have classes on Fridays!
Anyone know where that quote originates from? I'd love to give credit where credit is due, but a (quick) google search didn't give me the answer.
At any rate, it's a very fitting quote for me these days. I hardly know if I'm coming and going, and my general answer for "what's going on tomorrow?" is "No clue." My husband was nice enough to write down the schedule that we should be following, if everything were going according to plans... which they generally are not. I refer to my schedule frequently.
Luckily for me, I have the worlds most understanding boss. As long as I keep her in the loop, I can come and go as I please. I have a weekly number of hours I try to meet, but it's no big deal if it doesn't happen. Which is a very good thing.
I started off the week hoping to work a couple extra hours early in the week so I could take this morning off. My kids school thought it would be a great idea to not have class on Thursday or Friday. Something about student enrichment, I don't understand it either. Instead of working extra, my week has gone something like this...
Monday: Things started out great. I got to work early, accomplished lots and left to pick up my youngest from kindergarten in a fabulous mood. All was lovely until I pulled in the driveway to drop my youngest with his babysitter for the afternoon. That was when the steam rose and the antifreeze fell. Crud. So, no math class for me that afternoon as I struggled to find where the leak had sprung from and fixed. the end result was no leak found, and no more leaking. I have the first self repairing vehicle.
Tuesday: Instead of heading to work bright and early, I was stuck home with a sick child. My middle child has decided now to be the opportune time to build life long immunity to the H1N1 flu. E-mailed my flu paranoid instructor and let her know I would not be making the test that afternoon and made arrangements to take the test before class on Wednesday. Instead made a trip to the doctors.
Wednesday: I'm back to work, sick kid or not. However instead of being able to work my full shift, I have to leave early to go take my math test. Calculator decides to die mid test. I manage without. Race off to kids school to pick up non-ill children. Drop kids off with afternoon sitter and race back to math class. Then back home to help my best friend/new housekeeper clean the house. Fall into bed exhausted.
Thursday: All things considered, today went ok. I worked, as I wasn't able to build up hours earlier in the week. Then grabbed the worlds best babysitter from the school parking lot (she goes to my school part time!) took her with me to pick up my kids from my house and dropped them all off at her house. She had things to do and my kids love playing with her baby sisters. Raced off to math class. After class I headed back to pick up kids, and managed to squeeze in time to visit with a friend before racing off again. Two trips to stores to find a red box with Monsters vs. Aliens, and we made it back home just in time to relieve grandmas caregiver. I caught a 10 minute nap on the couch before starting family movie night. Now we are chilling, waiting for kids to go to bed so I can steal back the TV and watch Grey's Anatomy.
Friday: That's in the future, and I know better than to predict the future. Something will fall out of the sky and throw my entire day, if not year, off course. There may or may not be a doctor appointment for a child, there should be work, beyond that is anyone's guess. I'm just thankful I don't have classes on Fridays!
