This Is How We Do It…

My life has gotten so busy all of a sudden! As of about 3 weeks ago, I am working with two different high school marching bands (the color guard, of course). One is right here, by my house. Yup, I’m working for my husband, again. The other is about half an hour away, in Tempe. I am working for my best friend’s brother, there. I have rehearsals Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights. Games on Friday (I flip flop so I can make it to all the home games). Soon, competitions will start, and those will take up my Saturdays. Add in all my other activities (church, cub scouts, Relief Society meetings, book club, volunteering, preschool) and my weeks look like this:

Monday:
Aiden to orchestra by 7:40 am.
Dallin and carpool to school at 8:30.
Parker to preschool at 11:45.
Pick up Parker at 1:45.
Boys are home by 4:15.
Dinner at 5:00
Leave for rehearsal by 5:45
Guard/band rehearsal in Tempe 6:30 to 9:30.
Get home by 10:30, and crash in bed.

Tuesday:
Boys up at 7:30 and drive the carpool at 8:30 am.
Dinner in the crockpot by noon.
Guard rehearsal in Tempe at 3 pm. Leave early at 4.
Dinner at 5.
Guard/band rehearsal here from 6 to 9 pm.
Home by 9:30, crash in bed.

Wednesday:
Aiden to orchestra by 7:40
Dallin and carpool off to school at 8:30
Parker to preschool at 11:45
Volunteer in Aiden’s classroom noon to 1:10.
Pick up Parker at 1:45
Guard rehearsal here 2:45 to 5:30. (Ches takes Parker and meets the boys at home and makes dinner)
Ches back at school at 5:30 for drumline. I take the boys home.
Dinner as soon as I get home.
Aiden to cub scouts at 6 pm.
Pick up Aiden at 7 pm.
Kids in bed at 8/8:30.
Ches home by 9:30. He crashes in bed. I finish up what I didn’t get done all day.

Thursday:
Aiden to orchestra by 7:40.
Dallin and carpool to school at 8:30.
Boys home by 4:15.
Teach flute lesson at 4:30.
Dinner at 5:30 or 6.
Relief Society meeting (once a month) at 6.
Book Club (once a month) at 8:30

Friday:
Kids to school at 8:30.
Parker to preschool at 11:45.
Pick up Parker at 1:45.
Kids home by 4:15.
Football call time about 5 pm.
Game starts at 7.
Home by 10:30
EVERYONE crashes in bed.

Saturday:
Competition days are usually an all day thing… up early, home late. Blech.

Sunday:
SLEEP IN.
Church at 1 pm to 3 pm.
Choir 3:15 to 4-ish.

It doesn’t look that bad when I put it all out there like that. It feels a TON worse. Of course, when I have those huge gaps of time where I’m not driving to rehearsal or dropping kids off to preschool, I’m making dinner ahead of time, doing laundry, cleaning the house, reading books (yes, I still make time to read!), and Facebooking (of course!). I feel like al I’m doing right now is running and running. I am so tired. And I’m not sleeping well at night.

I wanted to go to bed at 9 pm last night. Couldn’t get my body to relax. So I watched “Wild Target” on Netflix (loved it, by the way! It had Bill Nighy, Emily Blunt, Rupert Grint, and Rupert Everett in it) and drank some of my Swiss Caotina hot cocoa so I could relax. Went to bed about 11:30 pm. And I tossed and turned until at least 2:30 am. I. Am. Exhausted.

I have to plan my meals very carefully because I just don’t have time to sit every night and think, “What shall I make?” and I certainly don’t have the money to get takeout. Ever. Thankfully I have been introduced to the website Our Best Bites which is the yummiest food… and my kids have liked everything I have made from them so far!! It’s awesome!! Tuesday night is my Crock Pot night… and I’m thinking Wednesday night will either have to be another Crock Pot night or it will be pre-made, frozen dinner night. I haven’t figured out Wednesdays just yet. Friday night is a treat for the boys… I get them concession stand food. They love it.

I don’t have time to hang out at the park with the other moms after school anymore. Right now it’s fine because it’s so blasted hot (seriously, 115 degrees and up… We had 119 last week. MISERABLE!!), but I do miss talking to other adults. My life is all about my kids and high schoolers at the moment. Love them all, but I crave adult friendship. I don’t feel like I have much of that going on, but I’ve felt that the past 3 years, too. It’s just more severe right now.

The funny thing is, as much as I am stressed and busy, I wouldn’t want it different. Aiden loves orchestra and is so excited about playing the double bass. I love color guard and it’s so fun to be back in the game. And I get paid for it! Sweet! Dallin is in a new class and seems to be thriving in it. And Parker adores preschool. Overall, we’re all pretty happy with what we have going on. It’s hard, but we make it work.

Movie Romance

I think you all know how much I love a good, romantic, Period piece for a movie (seriously, when is someone going to buy me Pride and Prejudice already? I need more Colin Firth in my life…). I love the Netflix knows how much I love them, too, and gives me suggestions to watch. I have a few movies (actually, most are BBC mini-series) in my instant queue I’m pretty excited to see. The last few days I have been watching “Wives and Daughters”, and while I honestly didn’t find the entire that thing as wonderful as P&P, it was still kind of enjoyable. I liked seeing Michael Gambon as someone other than Dumbledore.

I was watching the fourth and last part last night. Now, as a disclaimer… I have been extremely stressed as of late. I am not sleeping well, so rather than go to bed to toss and turn for hours on end, I stay up to watch movies or read books until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and then I can go right to sleep (I should really buy some new Melatonin, I know). Because of lack of sleep, extreme stress and anxiety over everything going on in my life, and just plain old being the kind of girl I am, I was very emotional as I watched the movie last night.

If you have not seen the movie and don’t want any spoilers, don’t read any further. For everyone else…

So Osbourne dies. We all knew it was coming. But I cried anyway. I cried for Osbourne. I cried for his secret French wife. I cried for his little child. I cried for The Squire (his father, played by Michael Gambon). The Squire carries Osbourne’s body back to the house and up to his old room. And then, when Molly (the central character) arrives, The Squire really starts to mourn. He cries and moans and sobs. And my tears are falling freely down my cheeks. I was so sad! I’m getting almost teary-eyed thinking about it now. I didn’t want sad, but there you go. I got it anyway. Things started to look up and I dried my cheeks from my tears.

And now, for the kicker…

At the end of the movie, Roger finally realizes he is in love with Molly. He is about to go off on another safari in Africa and wants to declare his love to Molly, but because he has been exposed to scarlet fever and Molly has not, her father (a doctor) won’t let Roger come see Molly. So Roger comes to Molly’s house and stands across the street, in the rain, and waits for her to look out the window so he can wave goodbye to her. Ahhh! So sweet! She waves and he waves, and then he’s off to meet his carriage. Molly decides she can’t leave it at a wave, so she takes off running from her home, in the pouring rain, to meet the carriage before it leaves. Alas, she is too late. She stands there, in the middle of the street, watching the carriage drive off, and looking so forlorn in the rain without a coat or a bonnet or anything. And then we hear a voice… “I couldn’t go.”

It’s Roger! He stayed behind!! Now both of them are standing in the rain and Roger declares his love and proposes and Molly of course says yes! And they are standing several feet apart and just staring at each other and smiling! They can’t come any closer, you see, because of the risk of scarlet fever. So they just stand there, staring and smiling and radiating love…

I was crying all over again. It was so beautiful! He couldn’t go. He just couldn’t go without seeing if he had a chance with Molly. And I was eating it up. I just love me some good movie romance. And now I’m off to find more romance and see what else I can cry over.