Ever since school started our weeks have been flying by on a rigid schedule. Historically I've taken the morning shift at daycare drop off and Mike would pick up. With my new schedule, Mike's gotten a taste of what it's like to deal with two lovely morning birds - insert sarcasm here - and it's amazing that the three of us even get out the door by 7:15am.
Sundays are full of football, weekly food prep, and last minute changes to my lesson plans. Mondays fly by in a blur with me in class from 8:00am-10:00pm followed by a short day on Tuesday with Lily's swim class in the early evening. Wednesday brings another long day followed by another short day with dance class on Thursdays. It's usually by Thursday that our weekly food plan gets thrown out the window and neither of us feels like turning on the oven long enough to bake whatever meal is awaiting. Or you've left it sitting out on the counter all night. Yup. Guilty. You'll likely find one (or both) of us in the bar next door to dance lessons ordering up pizza or subs. Fridays are my saving grace. Lily and I sleep in, hit up the grocery store, do laundry, try not to make it look like a tornado has run through our house, and then we prep for movie night. Saturdays fly by in a blur and then in Sunday. And I step back and think, where in the world did that week just go???
