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Rosy Fingered Chaos
25/1/07 08:04This week has been full of morning crazies. More than usual morning crazies. On a usual day there are two girls to get out of the house (a process not unlike pushing a dollop of molasses uphill), the dog to walk, lunches to pack and breakfasts to eat, the dog to be fed. Plus the Spouse and I have to get clean and dressed ourselves. One rub is that the Spouse keeps adding new morning rituals to his routine (he's got a shoulder injury, so has to do exercises; every other day he works out on the Nordic Trak; he's got physical therapy for the shoulder (on an erratic schedule); and occasional voice therapy for some hoarseness he'd had; oh, and a weekly allergy shot. And this week Sarcasm Girl has finals, which has meant that her 7:00am journalism class is on hold all week, and she doesn't need to leave the house until 7:45 (translation: she's frantically running around the house at 7:58, trying to find her shoes, her pen case, her bag, her BART pass). And because yesterday was YG's birthday several her morning routine yesterday was thrown off by many congratulations and a pile of birthday presents on her breakfast plate; because of a birthday dinner out she didn't quite finish her math homework, so she had to get up this morning to finish it.
And then the Spouse realized that his physical therapy appointment this morning was at 8am, not 8:30. This upped the ante on chaos to maelstrom status. He and YG got out of the house more or less on time (well, on time for her; he'll likely be late for his PT appointment, but not tragically). Sarcasm Girl, on the other hand, was still charging around the house at 8am looking for things. She had forgotten that I didn't have the car (taken by the Spouse, of course) and could not give her a Hail Mary lift to school.
Friday there is no school--staff development day. Next week, when the new semester begins, no birthdays loom, and, perhaps, the Spouse has written down his PT and allergy and voice appointments where we can easily double-check them, things should return to their usual state of exuberant insanity. I can't wait.
And then the Spouse realized that his physical therapy appointment this morning was at 8am, not 8:30. This upped the ante on chaos to maelstrom status. He and YG got out of the house more or less on time (well, on time for her; he'll likely be late for his PT appointment, but not tragically). Sarcasm Girl, on the other hand, was still charging around the house at 8am looking for things. She had forgotten that I didn't have the car (taken by the Spouse, of course) and could not give her a Hail Mary lift to school.
Friday there is no school--staff development day. Next week, when the new semester begins, no birthdays loom, and, perhaps, the Spouse has written down his PT and allergy and voice appointments where we can easily double-check them, things should return to their usual state of exuberant insanity. I can't wait.