My impacted summer

16 Jun


Welcome to Hell . . . my life! Summer is insane.  I am teaching 45 minutes away from our house.  Greg was going to deal with the kids at home.  Friday was the first day of no school and no Mom.  We forgot about soccer.  I cam home totally frazzled.  The kids were bored to tears.  Greg was struggling to keep afloat with demanding clients and non-cooperative computers.  Clearly, this was not going to work.  The kids needed activity.  I needed a schedule.  Greg needed some peace.  And, let’s not even think about what would happen if his mom needed him suddenly.  Quelle le freak!


So, Friday night, I moved heaven and earth and got the kids in awesome camp programs.  Greg will deal with the drop-off and half the pick-up.  He’ll have the morning to himself.  The kids will be entertained, safe, challenged, and cared for — all I can hope for.   Then, today, I scheduled chores so that the dishwasher will get emptied, laundry will get sorted, the dog will get fed, and stuff like that.  I normally get up at 6am so that I can have an hour of quiet time before starting my day.  That is out the window now.  I get up, get dressed and go — I’ll be lucky to get my morning mochas on the way to work these days.  Wheeeee!  It’s only a month.  It’s only a month.  It’s only a month.


On the good side, things are cooler here.  It was over 100 earlier in the week and now we are back to our wonderful temperate Central California weather.  It gets up to 80 during the day and the fog comes in at night and cools things down.  Lovely.


Tonight, I was standing doing the dishes at dusk.  An entire family of grosbeaks appeared. Dad and baby (a boy!) came first.  Then Mom arrived and Dad flew over to the trampoline to keep watch.  Mom and Dad traded them.  Junior kept eating happily the whole time.  Mom let Dad eat awhile and then flew in and demanded her chance.  She ate while Dad watched.   After a couple of minutes, Mom got nervous and left.  Dad followed and finally Junior looked around and flew off after them.  I was able to breathe again.  This is the first time I’ve seen all of them together.  Dad brought Junior in earlier today but all three together.  It was so cool.  Still don’t have a good picture of any of them — the minute they see movement, they are gone!


And, lastly, if you haven’t read I and the Bird #51, you really must.  It’s very good and The Birdchaser is running a contest this time too — with a prize!


9 Responses to “My impacted summer”

  1. jayne 17 June, 2007 at 3:07 am #

    Whew Liza… I am dizzy! How DO you do it girlie? It’s only a month, it’s only a month is right! Hang in there! Can’t wait to see your grosbeak family photo.

  2. robin andrea 17 June, 2007 at 7:08 am #

    That is some excellent problem solving there, Liza. I hope you can find a way to have a little time in the morning for that mocha. But, as you say, it’s only a month.

    Glad the grosbeaks came by and gave you a short respite with their beauty.

  3. lizalee 17 June, 2007 at 9:01 am #

    Thanks for the support! We’ll manage — it helps when we are working together and not at odds with each other! We’ll survive!

  4. Susan Gets Native 17 June, 2007 at 10:31 am #

    It does help when everyone is making the best of the situation and sticking together.
    Think “Survivor” by Destiny’s Child.

  5. Laura 17 June, 2007 at 6:30 pm #

    Hope the schedule works! I have a hard enough time keeping myself straight – never mind a few kids and a husband!

    Will you get some time off for summer fun?

  6. Mary 18 June, 2007 at 3:47 am #

    I like your 5:30 entry: Remind the kids to do chores. (for the next 15 years) LOL!

    You’ll survive. But that’s a tough schedule, for sure.

  7. Pam 18 June, 2007 at 1:20 pm #

    It’s only a month, it’s only a month. . .

  8. Sandy 19 June, 2007 at 2:05 pm #

    Good luck Liza! Mothers these days are amazing.
    Try to relax when you can.

  9. Nina 27 June, 2007 at 6:55 pm #

    I remember having 2 at home and feeling there wasn’t enough of me to give all that was needed. No matter how fast you pedal, its not fast enough. Maybe knowing your kids are happy and having a good time in what they’re up to, will let you catch your breath!

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